I hate it.
I hate it.
I want to go back, please take me back....
I wish I could reverse time and done things differently, maybe then you wouldn't have left.
You wouldn't have abandoned me.
"Don't go... please, don't go..."
Please.
Don't go... don't leave me behind.
An image of your back, repeatedly plays in my mind and every time, I try to reach out to you; you were so close, yet so far. Inches away, but I could never reach you.
Then your silhouette would continue to become foggy, then getting farther.
I'd call out your name, begging for you to stay, but you'd never hear me. As if I was a sound that you've blocked off.
Then my eyes would start to well up with tears. And it would repeat. Over and over again.
"Don't go... please, don't go"
I beg that it's not too late.
I want to be friends still...
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Thoughts I Had Today
ПоэзияA book filled with poems of my thoughts. TW: suicidal thoughts, self-harm & abuse.
