They say that what doesn't kill you
makes you stronger,
but first you have to survive.
That's the hardest part.
Easier said than done, in a world like this.
I thought you didn't survive.
I thought you'd succumbed too.
I thought you were gone, forever.
And then I heard the news,
the wonderful, awful, cruel news.
How could you do that to us?
I dreamed about your broken neck
for months, Isa.
I saw people follow you into
the great unknown,
just to see you again,
only to find you weren't there.
They wanted to come back.
You were a traitor to us all.
You ruined so many lives.
I can still see you in my mind,
dangling by your neck,
life on Earth so bad
you decided to risk it all.
But that was all fake.
It was easier when I thought you were dead.
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Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection
PoesíaMy fourth poetry collection, raw and original. My deepest fears, most insecure thoughts, and cruelest wishes. 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤