nothing hurts more when you cant tell i need you here
attachment is a nightmare and i shouldn't cry this many tears
i swallow my words whole so they don't start a riot
but how does one walk steady when the whole is room is watching
pretending is a lifestyle, it's what i do best
it's when i'm behind closed doors i begin to rest
forever i dream, never wanting to see another day
but once your name has been spoken...
why do I open my eyes..
and stay?
YOU ARE READING
Way Too Much, Seriously...
PoetryHi, my name is Bree and this is my first project I worked on for some months with the help of my lovely therapist. A collection of 1am poems written during a time where everything felt suffocating and unbearable. Creating this was tough, but I knew...
