Truth is
I truly did hate you
But knowing I couldn't hear your voice made me hate you even more
You were gone
The white noise of despair now haunts my every move
I wished you would die once, but it is I who is no longer here
Your every move is now lost in translation
Your every memory is a rejected entry
I try to find you in every soul I meet
But I end up finding myself instead
You may not fear me, but betrayal is closer than you think
I am closer than you think...
YOU ARE READING
The wish of all wishes
PoetryI wrote this whilst feeling quite confused with myself. I thought it would a great idea to write down how I felt. I have noticed that writing down your deepest feelings can lead to either scary or interesting things.
