There were so many things you did for me.
I couldn't list them all if I tried.
But when the call came during the birthday party,
I shut the phone off and went back to my pie.
And I regret it.
When I went to the hospital I couldn't believe it.
A stroke, they said. Just some words.
But those words made my world spin as I looked for a place to sit.
I spent hours waiting, processing what I had heard.
And I regret it.
By the time they let me in you were already gone.
I ran out of time too quickly.
So I stared at your corpse, lit by the dawn.
I wasn't there when your smiling face became so sickly.
And I regret it.
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PoetryA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
