I call out to you, and you do not hear me.
I reach out for you and you move away.
I feel alone and hollow without any of your attention.
You make promises that you later have to make excuses.
Like you are pulling away slowly but aggressively.
Me, here, alone. Never changing.
Missing our conversations... you still have them, just not with me.
YOU ARE READING
My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
