Sometimes I feel like a bad friend,
Slow to text, my messages don't send.
"I miss you," you say, "Why don’t you call?"
But talking tires me out, I withdraw from it all.
Days pass in the quiet I need,
I pull away, letting isolation lead.
"Are you okay?" you ask, concern in your eyes,
But I just want to be alone, under silent skies.
Still, in your bad times, I'll be there,
"I'll help you," I promise, to show I care.
I'll do anything to make you feel right,
But I can't always hang out, not every night.
"I'm boring," I think, "Why do they care?"
I don’t know who I am, or if I'm really there.
"I can’t talk much," I wish I could say,
But words fail me, they drift away.
I feel like I'm losing everyone, slipping away,
Yet at the same time, I need to be alone each day.
"I don’t know what I'm doing," I admit, feeling small,
Lost in this maze, not knowing myself at all.
So if I seem distant, please understand,
It's not you, it's me, struggling to withstand.
"Just let me be," I plead, needing space,
But in your darkest hour, I'll always take my place.
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Whispers of the Heart
Poetry"Whispers of the Heart" is a collection of poems written during moments of sadness and times when I couldn't express my feelings. Each poem captures these emotions and thoughts, offering a glimpse into my heart. Join me on this journey through words...
