How can people say
that it'll be okay
when they don't understand
I sit here with an empty smile
trying to put their minds at ease
while all I can think about
is how to kill myself slowly
and get them to not care
How can people sit there and ask
what's wrong as if
I should have already
gotten past this life changing event
As if my world will keep on turning
just like it did before
and the stars will continue to shine
just as bright
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
PoetryThis section was written less than a month after my dad passed away.
