The morning after I found out I woke up too early. It was despite the medicine I took and the tossing and turning in a pitch black room.
Mom was yelling at the cat and I couldn't just lay there.
The sun rose while I washed dishes. Not a word escaped my lips during.
But it was only then that I realized the sun was going to keep rising without you.
YOU ARE READING
ballads of heartbreak
Poetry"I'm sorry that I'm like this, I'm trying my best" -essentially a diary, slight tw for being self destructive & harmful, some really good stuff crammed in with a bunch of nonsensical three am cry sessions
