Every time I asked her,
She said everything seemed like a blur.
She was drowning,
And it felt like I was just watching her.
Sometimes I wondered what she'd been through,
And how she'd been treated in the past.
I was curious,
But then again, I didn't want to ask.
I hated seeing her like this:
Constantly in pain.
I would rather it be me,
Than watch her suffer all over again.
It hurt my heart,
And it hurt my soul more.
Just knowing,
That she was probably crying on her bathroom floor.
As much as I didn't want it to be,
Her storm was always there.
The best thing I could possibly do for her,
Is to prove to her that I genuinely do care.
Even after all of the time together,
That we did spend.
She was merely all alone,
Floating in the deep end.
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The Day After Tomorrow
PoetryEvelyn Moore is a girl who struggles with mental illness . She is alone yet so accompanied, powerless yet so powerful, out of control yet in complete control. James Hunt falls irrevocably and irresistibly in love with her, despite her 'flaws'. Can J...
