i have had enough tears
and sad nights, having to crawl
into my dads bed like
im 7 years old again, scared
of what's going to come out of
the closet.
i have had enough scrolling
through thousands of messages trying to
figure out just exactly what
you hated so much about me
to make you think
i could handle the twisting and tearing
of my heart for
months and days and seconds of my
life, all for nothing.
ive deleted the messages,
turned off post notifs,
stopped relying on you to make me
happy.
because darling, it seems
even though you're "missing me"
so badly, you're dreaming
about another.
you are a bottomless pit of
sacrifice i can't keep
fucking slipping into. one day,
i am going to slip a little too hard,
And crack my head on the fucking
cement and bleed out.
but at last, ill be at the bottom
of the bottomless pit.
bottom of the bottomless pit;
being free.
YOU ARE READING
bipolar writing
Poetrythis is bipolar writing because honestly, you never know what the fuck im going to update with. sometimes it's things about family, maybe an ex, maybe its complete fiction. you just never know. so good luck not crying and feeling shitty. :)
