Dear Diary,
How do I mourn the death of a friend that's still alive?
When will this stop, i've swallowed all my pride.
To me it's like she vanished, she left, she's gone.
Sick at the thought of her walking on along.
Not because i miss her, or i love her or i want her.
I don't think she's deserving, of what life has to offer.
But because i never got the answer that i wanted.
Now the un-shut doors screams leave me haunted.
I wonder what you're doing at this very moment.
Maybe you're getting groceries, or a flashy window tint
Of course i don't wonder because I care
I struggle to understand if you were ever there.
Maybe physically you were there, we did share a place.
But as hard as I try I can barely remember your face
Because when I close my eyes and think about you
All I see is rain clouds in deep shades of blue.
It's shitty really, the bad always outweighs the good.
But she treated me terribly, I was so misunderstood.
Honestly, who cares, what's done is done
So i'll let her learn some more, while I go have fun.
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
