mama called him,
"i'm not coming home"
he said
he hangs up,
drives far away
slow down,
think
this isn't going to last forever
but he feels like it will never end
he does a line,
he can't feel anything but the sorrow lingering in his soul
he's depressed,
but he's hiding it
i never wanted that life for him,
never
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
