I see you watch television
The life in your eyes
That was there before
Is there
No longer
Anymore
The ends
Of your hair
Faded.
The features
Of your face
Aged.
This awkwardness
You have now,
Wasn't there before.
I miss the old you.
I wish
I could have you back.
Just one more good time
Forced smiles
Sad stares
Putting this
Mask on
Hiding from us
When we only want to help.
I would say
I get
But I really don't.
I haven't gone through
Half as much
As you have.
I still love you.
You're still my favorite.
Your switch is
in between
Insane and insecure,
And that's perfectly okay.
YOU ARE READING
Give Me Life
PoetryA bunch of poems and shit. There probably really stupid but they're true. If you can relate to them that's great and I'm sorry.
