i'm sorry.
with every other text left unreplied,
another ounce of guilt sits itself in my soul.
i want my life to be flat.
i want to stay in my room,
i don't want to talk to people,
i want to sleep all day,
i don't want to have texts light up my phone;
i want to be alone.
in a world where i am just by myself,
that comforting feeling of not needing anyone.
just sitting there until my heart gives up on itself and stops beating.
YOU ARE READING
black, grey, and nothing in between
Poetryfor the thoughts that are in my head, the words stuck in my throat, and the stinging on my chest. a story of how my thoughts progressed, and how much i've changed through the times... hopefully written in english TW: mentions of d34th and 5u1c1d3 my...
