Everyday I reached out
For someone, something
No one listened
While I tried telling them I was sick
They just brushed away my words
Like an irritable tick
I wished they'd realize my brilliant blue eyes were draining away
I couldn't eat
So I starved
I slept longer during the day and wrote my life to the night
My heart cold, dead, not even beating
I would pass time with my music
I wish I wasn't so far gone
Dreaming about you makes my bloodshot eyes burn once more
I would give anything to see you smile
To tell me new things and make me laugh
I miss your blue eyes
And how they made me feel limp
I miss your brown hair
I miss the curve of your lips
I miss your laugh
Your jokes
Your very essence
I miss the creep of your blush spread across your face
I miss your hand interlaced with mine
I miss you so much that some days are hard to breathe
These are my days...
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Dark Things Make Me Insane
PoetryDark poetry. Some for my lovely that I let free. Some about cutting and other mature things. These are my words unspoken.