I really want to be happy for you. In a way, I am proud, excited even. You are doing big, grande things. Things that other people could only dream to do. You are truly incredible.
But there is this pain that is lingering in my heart. It has been molded by every detail changed in the house I grew up in, by every picture taken from the walls, every treasure locked away. Then, it is solidified by every request that weighs heavy on my soul, every mocking comment, every ignored text. It has grown and grown into this monster that rears its head in every peaceful or silent moment. It reminds me that nothing will ever be the same again. You have changed, and slowly, so will I.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryI have too many thoughts inside my head, but I can't get myself to tell anyone who might care.
