(All the photos in this book were taken me, please don't steal them)
You.
The person I trust most.
I watch you fall apart.
I watch you struggle.
I watch you slowly tear yourself apart.
It makes me tear apart my soul,
My mind,
My being.
When you're down, something clicks.
I shut down, seeing your state of depression.
I'm sorry.
I try to help, but, I'm incapable.
We may be diffrent,
But,
Are we really?
We're both falling apart.
We're both struggling.
We're both down to out last,
Life.
Hope.
Limb.
But, without you,
I would be gone.
Dead.
A shell of a person.
Platonic.
That's how I love you.
A friend.
A sibling.
Someone, to worry about.
Someone, to watch over.
I'm sorry.
I can't help you, anymore than I try.
And yet,
You're always there for me.
The last sliver of hope.
In my mind,
I hope,
That's how you think of me.
A friend.
Someone to cry with.
A small ray, of kindness, in a dark world.
You smile, and your face lights up.
And yet,
I stay dimmed.
Blunted out.
Because I can't smile, or laugh.
Not real.
A fake, to put on a brave face.
For you.
For my family.
For our freinds.
I'm sorry.
And yet,
I still fail,
Trying to understand you,
And what's happening.
But you're always there.
Because, you're
You.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I Think?
RandomA small book of pieces, that I don't knkw if they'd classify as poems. I'll write them to what I'm feeling, and they're all real. "If you judge a fish on it's ability to climb a tree, it will live the rest of it's life feeling stupid." Albert Einst...
