(TW: for implied suicidal thoughts and abuse. The title is inspired by Taylor Swift's, The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived.)
It's been 182 days
I've made a wish on all those days
I want them to be different
I want them to be happy
I want them to not be about you
Yet they all fit the same pattern
I wish I was dead so I don't have to see you everyday
I wish I was dead so I don't have to hear you
I wish I was dead so I don't have to smile at you
I wish I was dead so I don't have to be punished for being abused by you
I wish you never came near me
I wish I never talked to you
But wishes don't come true
So I guess I'm stuck forever
Stuck in the place I used to love
With a stranger I used to love
I want to be happy again
I want to stop sobbing over you
I don't want to give up
I don't know when I gave in
I'm still counting those days
Tomorrow it will be day 183
Then day 184
When will it end?
Why won't it end?
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The Me Inside Of Me
PoesíaPoetry written about personal experiences, relationships and more. I write whenever I can and have motivation some of my writing is not always good but I try anyway. Thankyou :))
