buried under the sheets,
i suffocate in the empty space
where your head should've
been lyingthe crushing silence
of hopelessness rolling over me
is soothing
compared to the shrieking
white noise
of the vacant lot
we used to refer to as "home"the anger i once felt
swapped for
the depression of
indifferencei'm dying
in this avalanche
of memories...............................
dedicated to @ucantseemewhenimhere
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as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015