The day I left was the day I let you go.
The day I left was the day I set everything free.
I guess that's what I thought.
As I lay on my bed,
I imagine how things would be like if I hadn't let go of my best friends, of you, of my mind...
And everytime I close my eyes, every scene rewinds like how HBO replays the same movies endlessly at a certain hour.
Wait,
There's still one thing I haven't let go of yet;
(Read the title)
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness That Conquers Me
PoetrySome people may not understand the content and some may relate. I want people to know that this is common and might eat you alive. They say when you know you're being a victim, seek help. But it's not everytime that people will help people.
