Hello!
I hope you're doing well.
Hey,
I wish I could tell you,
I'm sinking again,
My memories keep haunting me;
I'm finding it a little difficult
to deal with the pain.
I wish I could tell you,
Mum's been skipping dinner
Because things with dad
Are never gonna get better.
She keeps trying
To cheer me up
-it hurts.
I wish I could be happy for her.
If only pretending wasn't so painful
-living, drowning
The lines, right now
Are all blurred.
I wish I could tell you,
I broke down in my room last night,
Wiped my tears, held my brother
At the terrace;
He was upset.
He and his girlfriend
Had had a fight.
I wish I could tell you,
My thoughts have me chained
The memories, the voices,
I can't get rid of them.
It's getting bad,
It's getting bad again.
But you don't want to
Hear that.
So I'll say I'm fine.
And hear you chanting about
Your new shoes, the weather,
the past and the future,
While I simply stay on the line.
....
(A/N: thank you so so much for all the support. I hope you all are doing well. If not, I hope you know you're strong enough to fight anything and that I believe in you.
I started writing this poem on the 13th of July n it took me more than a month to sort out my thoughts and write them down on paper. The shallowness of conversations we have with our loved ones, the lack of vulnerability in them, tires me out. I wish we could talk about real things, yk? Our insecurities, fears, flaws. "what's up" is so damn outdated.)
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
