Poetry Portfolio

I think I'm depressed

The silence in our room

After i say this is surprising.

We are always so concerned

With filling the silence,

Distracting ourselves from

The past traumas bursting at

The seams, begging for escape.

Why, no. I know why, I don't know

Why I ask that.

We're sitting up in our beds

Criss-crossed and facing each other

The only light is the led lights

Taped on the outline of my best

Friends side, a blue hue

That maybe makes me feel

Dirty and cheap like a convenience

store that hasn't seen an inspection

For almost 19 years.

Is there anything I can do to help?

You say it almost hesitantly as if you aren't

Sure if the words coming out of your mouth

Are truly yours. Now I'm the one who's

quiet, which is a feat in itself.

I think... I think about all of the things

I want to say,

I wish you could turn back time and change

Someone's mind, I wish you could take this

Pain away, I wish you would be fine without

Me being here because right now it hurts

to Wake up and live my life. I wish you never

Let me fall in love with your brother because

Then we all wouldn't be here, looking at locations

And the 3 week opened snapchat every hour

Hoping that he would text me or knock on the

Door and tell me he loves me.

But instead I say, No, I just have to get through

This and i'll be okay.

And then you turn your lights off and we lie

In the dark, sitting in the silence.