Every day I try to say goodbye,
goodbye to all this numb inside me,
because goodbye means going away,
and going away means forgetting.
Some days I can fill myself with a little joy,
but other days,
it's like all the happiness I've ever felt
was suck away of my body,
I feel like I had a dementor inside me.
YOU ARE READING
memories of a broken heart
Poetryi'm writing a lot of stuff lately that I think is called poetry (well, for me is just sadness turned into words, but, whatever), i decided to post them here :)
