homesick
as i walk around this place i once spent all of my time with you, i realize that this is a house, not a home. the bed feels too empty and the table seems too big without you here. i grew up here, but nothing feels familiar to me anymore. nothing feels comforting or safe here anymore. the emptiness fills my room like a thick fog, rendering me breathless. nothing is the same without you. the walls seem to press in on me, and the sheets feel like straps holding me prisoner. in my bed. my own bed, which i can no longer lay in, because a bed that once fit perfectly is now far too large for just myself. i miss you. you were my safe place. you were my home.
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
