Don't tell me I'm not alone
because at 3:27 am on a Friday morning
when I'm smothered in my darkness
with heavy thoughts and what ifs
clutching my tear stained pillow
I sit up and look around the room
to see that the only person here
is me
the only person who understands is me
the only person who hears the cries
is me
Don't tell I'm not alone
because that is false
You're not the one engulfed in sadness
It's me
and I am so alone
Anonymous☠
ESTÁS LEYENDO
La melancólica muerte de mi alma
No FicciónY yo me cubro, yo me envuelvo, me mezo en mi nostalgia preferida, me abrazo a la almohada y lloro, me avergüenzo de mi edad y no comprendo por qué, tan de repente, ya no soy una niña.. A. Pizarnik ☾
