I should say goodbye to you, but I can't. Words give me pain; I struggle to breathe.
I go home and rest, trying to forget you, but as soon as I look up, I see you. I have you on my ceiling.
I feel you. I have you in my skin.
Wanting to suffer while simultaneously fearing that suffering. I have never been strong with grand words; they are burdens to me... Too heavy for me to bear.
I hate myself for becoming so pitiful. The fire of madness is consuming me. I look at you, but I no longer see you... I want you, but you are no longer here.
Loneliness has become my only friend. I kept this world that carried the name of "us," but now you are gone, and I wonder why I am still here.
I hate myself, but I love you. Yet, you are inside me.
I hate myself because I have more of you inside me, and I wish I had more of myself inside me. I was the reason for your smile, so why can't I be the reason for mine?
I gave you too much control over me, and now I am paying the price. I am paying the damn price for falling for you.
Because now you are no longer here... You have disappeared... You are gone.
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The Ghost We Left Behind
PoesiaIn a world where shadows intertwine with memories, my past has cast a heavy pall over my heart, now securely locked away in an unyielding chest. I wander aimlessly, searching for something elusive-an unrecognizable figure or a flicker of hope-but t...
