Remember when you said it was you against the world?
Well it's me against myself.
That's never a war I win.
That's not something I can just push down a run from even though I want to.
Do you know the hell I go through every day to get out of bed and be productive?
Do you know the hell I go through to talk to people?
Do you know the hell I go through to tell you I love you?
You don't, so the day you wouldn't say it back was the day my heart stopped.
I thought maybe I'd try, maybe it'd be better this time.
Maybe I'd be better, but it was all the same.
Day after day the pain in my chest hurts a bit more.
It's like salt on a wound.
I don't know if you didn't get my messages or didn't care.
You always asked why I don't say what I'm thinking.
I couldn't even if I wanted to.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Poems
PoetryPoems collected from teens going through life in the 21st century. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Suicide and rape are mentioned in some poems