Hours away from me, the plane I can't seem to catch. The house I haven't visited yet, in a country so familiar yet so foreign. The circumstances that stole you away from me stand as a barrier preventing me from saying your name, for every time I try uttering it I feel my throat tighten.
I don't wish to cry, I only wince slightly at the flashbacks I replay in my head. I ask myself questions but I'm too scared of the answer; are you happier there? is someone else being your rock, support system, and shadow? was I replaceable?
I curse social media, when my phone flashes with an alert of another carefree picture you posted, and I get upset thinking about how I was once behind the camera. I was always involved in every memory.
Now, I only sit and watch another world take you away from me, keeping track of your life through pictures.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
