My Dear Music

Please Get Better

I could write a thousand poems about how you never made this house a home

A place where you could share what's in your head

I hate how you made crying in front of a movie embarrassing

How you made standing up for yourself something to be ashamed of

The way you rolled your eyes when I felt weak

How I could never see myself saying to you, "I am in love"

Now my sister's crying and I am the one who picks up the pieces

All you can do is keep your distance, that way you cannot be responsible while all of us feel invisible

I wish you could come back to your senses

I need you to be there

Admitting this is like eating my own hands

I have seen the way you talk about people

I have seen the way you approach the world

I heard you ruminating again and again

I have listened to you quietly while I was in pain

I could give you my whole heart and you'd still find a way to complain

There is nothing in the world I could give for you to have faith

Even if you met the love of your life, you would criticize the shoes he wears

I could give you all the money that exists, and you'd still yell

You are doing this to yourself, it is so simple it makes my poetry terrible

I know for a fact you are not fine, admitting it to yourself isn't a crime

The world isn't your enemy, the mask you have been putting on is