i'm sorry that sometimes
i ignore messages for days on end,
and leave you hanging dry.
i'm sorry that at times
i'll be overly hyper,
and my voice too loud because i can't control it well.
i'm sorry that i
can't concentrate well,
and laugh during intense and serious situations.
i'm sorry that i'll lose motivation to do things
that i promised i would do,
and isolate myself from everyone.
i'm sorry that i stutter
when i talk about my feelings,
and lie a lot because i don't like feeling vulnerable.
i'm sorry that i'm
just so messed up,
and that you must be tired of waiting for me to get better.
but i swear i'm getting there,
and even though i'm not quite okay,
i'm still trying and i need your love and attention now more than ever.
and even though i seem clingy sometimes,
it's only because i don't
want to lose anyone else.
maybe i don't want to die anymore,
but it feels like i'm numb and empty all the time still,
and i may still be doing terribly,
but i'm getting there, i promise.
YOU ARE READING
Better Days
Poetry❝take me to the time when things were fine it's all broken now.❞ a collection of prose as a result of sleepless nights racing thoughts and a bad writer --- // lower case intentional // cover by labyrinth-
