counting the days before we lose the app i wanted
ironically, to count the days we'd been together
16 days till i never see that count on my screen again
it's 174 now
itll be 190 the day it gets shut down
dont tell me that it's all okay
this app has outlived all of my relationships up to this point
and the one strongest and neediest
is the one that outlasts and outlives it
we've been together
thrice as long as with ella
i havent seen her around
good, really
i can feel
time
slowly
healing
tracing my place
snow angels in the form of my scars
but i need to know im not just some depressive
i dont wanna surrender
i feel buried in my own house
am i your wife or your boss
hard to upset noone when its so hard
to even get out of bed
i cant breathe
i dont want to feel
im shaking too much
paranoia feeling like my main job
do i want to be a dog or am i just delusional
get in my head and figure out how to get me out
id take myself out walking every day
wish i couldnt tell the time
seeing a clock makes me wanna cry every time
whatd i give to be incompetent
whats the time to the hour
whats the star to light
whats the volcano to lava
days are given to those that dont deserve them
hours are given in such desperation
minutes are stolen by those that push agendas
seconds are forgotten every interval
so long are the circles i roll in
so short are the moments i can barely be okay
i can feel each section affected by those in my life
i dont forgive you
but please don't hold me to it
i wanna see each of you write a letter
i hope youve gotten better
because im better than i know you thought id be
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
