(May 7th,2022)
No one's listening
I drown out my thoughts with weed and nicotine
I scream louder but I've been trapped in a Glass House
And it's burning to the ground
Yet, they can't stop looking into their reflection off the prisms I leave
You yelled and I remembered why I don't do this friend thing
When you tell me your pain, I slit my wrist so I bleed with you
But when I tell you my pain, you turn the other cheek
Doesn't matter anyways, I'm at the point where I understand
I can toss my phone in the lake and go without and it would be just the same
So now when you're in pain, you can sit there and go through it by yourself
And it'll be just the same
YOU ARE READING
Your Struggles is What Creates Your Depth
PoetryA collection of poetry,and random thoughts written when I was struggling to find my way.
