Here I am wide awake at 12:30AM,
Staring at your last e-mail you sent last May,
Reading it over and over again,
Thinking why I didn't send you a response right away.
I'm wondering why the gif you sent won't load,
Was it my data connection?
Was it my phone?
Was it me who causes the problem?
But here I am, still at 12:37 AM,
Writing a poem while it's raining so hard outside.
And I'm staring... Staring... Staring...
Wondering why?
If you loved me,
If you love me,
If you cared for me,
If you care for me,
Why did you ignore me?
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness That Conquers Me
PoesíaSome people may not understand the content and some may relate. I want people to know that this is common and might eat you alive. They say when you know you're being a victim, seek help. But it's not everytime that people will help people.
