therefore forlorn is the figure I become,
each night before I fall asleep,
for things I choose to leave undone,
or for things in mind, running free;
like when heartache swells in silence,
the soul starts to divide,
for how nobody hears the sirens,
or for how nobody sees a part of me die.
aware I am of how bad I have dealt with things lately,
but awfully good at regressing,
and I see faces worn out by attempts to save me,
even they know I'm worth losing;
I was crumpled by the thought of past,
being better than what I am now,
and my tears have worn out my mask
that hid how I lived down in the mouth.
so I watched joy leave my heart,
when it had never learned how to stay,
as life crushed my bones in the dark,
all bits of hope were taken away;
if I had the chance to get back in time,
I would do anything just to stay the same,
but I can't, so where should I hide?
for all I ever feel is shame.
— JAYVIE
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that feeling every night (Completed)
Poetry5th Poetry Anthology a compilation of diary entries, but in the most poetic way possible. I'm glad I can share these emotions with you, even if they capture the unhappy moments in my life - that feeling every night. 🩶 Date Published: August 16, 2023
