Waking up is a chore
When the me you know
Isn't here anymore
Hearing her name instead of mine
Will haunt me to the end of time
Mirrors I will always fear
Seeing the me you hold dear
The urge to ripe out my chest
Will never let me rest
Being stuck in this form
Makes me wish I wasn't born
I'm not the me you see
She is but a memory
Please just leave me be
(April 25, 2022)
YOU ARE READING
It's Ok to Cry, No One Here Will Judge
PoetryA book filled with poems written by me, (J. Eclipse). I hope you like some of them. They are usually written when I feel down or blue. Maybe you can relate to one or two.
