I still don't sing the songs that made you sad.
I still feel bad when I talk to the people you hate.
I still get sad at the idea of you talking to her.
I still act like you're here.
You're not here.
You're not with me.
We aren't together.
Goddammit brain listen!
He isn't coming back.
Why can't I do what I like?
Why cant I sing what I like?
Why can't I see who I like?
Why can't I be myself finally?
You're not here.
I'm alone.
I'm free.
Goddammit heart listen!
I'm alone, and that's okay.
YOU ARE READING
A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
