You're hurt
and I should've helped you,
should've held you,
should've been there.
You're drowning,
suffering,
silently crying,
and I was too caught up
in myself to even
acknowledge you're there.
I wish you didn't have to,
I wish we could switch,
I wish I could take it from you.
YOU ARE READING
My mini sagas
Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
