I lied you know
today
on the phoneI told you I was so much happier here
and I guess it's true
but not always dad
not every day
not today
I just didn't know how to tell you that I fucking miss youand then I sat on the floor in the bathroom and cried when we got home from the Old Town
took shots and felt nothingI am turning into one of those people dad
the ones who would rather give up everything to feel nothing than to endure the pain in hopes that it will get better
I know it won't
YOU ARE READING
infinite shades of blue (journal part I)
Poetrythings I wanted to say but never did