During the day,
It's constant worry,
Wishing I could get rid of them.
At Night,
It's tear-stained faces,
and tear-soaked pillows.
In the Mornings,
It's pretending I'm fine,
And laughing at every joke.
During school,
It's pretend smiles,
Nice clothes,
Sweet talk,
and the Innocent look.
After school,
It's the silent bus ride,
The lonely walk home,
A lost cause.
When I'm home,
It's games with you and Her,
Forgetting why I hate myself,
Acting as though,
The world around me,
Doesn't exist.
Right before bed,
It's tears,
Wishing,
Hoping,
Fearing the future,
Fighting to end it all.
While I'm sleeping,
It's another dimension,
I can control myself completely.
But,
I have to walk through.
In the realm of Nightmares,
It's running away from you,
Running away from Her,
From Mom,
From my friends,
and my family.
Before I wake up,
It's sinking in the black waters,
It's watching everyone laugh,
It's no air,
It's everything I fear form everyone.
It's me getting ready to pretend.
During my life,
It's this exact routine,
Every.
Single.
Night.
And.
Every.
Single.
Day.
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoesíaThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
