how do you let the
few people in your life know
that you're tired.
i don't think about
the act
often.
but when i do,
it doesn't go away.
it lingers like a bad smell.
you so desperately
want it to go away.
but it disobeys
& then soon enough,
you learn to live with it.
& so it lingers,
even when you forget about it
for a while,
it caresses you in a soft embrace.
so soft that you cannot feel it.
eventually,
it comes back to haunt you
and remind you of its existence
when you're alone.
& i am always alone.
the thought of the act
has become my new and only friend.
YOU ARE READING
missed the moon and stars.
Puisia poetry book about the countless struggles and little moments of happiness i have had here and there. tw// suicide, overdose, self-harm, abuse, mental illness.
