I have found comfort in being alone,
somehow even comfort in facing the unknown,
laying in my bed in the dark,
slowly getting rid of our spark,
every memory of ours continuing to fade,
every time I pick up the blade,
I wish I could've had the energy to stay,
but I remember so vividly that month in may,
I continued to slowly start to lose myself,
so I had to put you back on the shelf,
I'm not taking are book back out,
no matter how loud you shout,
now this is where we stand,
so I'm letting go of your hand.
YOU ARE READING
everything broken inside
Poesiethis poetry book is written about so many things including; love, loneliness, relationships, family, drugs, alcohol, etc. and more to come hopefully soon. I really hope somebody will enjoy reading these and hopefully relate to at least one of them b...
