unwelcome.
how strange it is. to have the place you once thought of as paradise, to no longer even feel like home. i feel as a stranger in this bed, where i once learned to breathe again. to have everything comforting you've ever known, ripped from you just like that. without warning. it's hard. to adjust. to walk into a house and feel nothing but unwanted. to feel lost in the place you could once be nothing but yourself. it is not a friendly feeling. in fact, it is rather lonely. although you're here by my side. you're not really here anymore. the physical connection exists but the emotional connection was severed. what an awful, hopeless feeling. i hope someday i can once feel at ease again in this house. but until then, this is not home. and i cannot breathe here. for my lungs have been robbed of oxygen, a heavy brick lay pressing on my chest. my heart lay shattered into pieces, as my biggest fears have become a reality. i'm trying to pick them up. i'm trying to piece myself back together. but i can not help but to cut myself on the shards of my broken dreams. i need help. this is a journey too dangerous for one alone. i need you. and i'm sorry.
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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.
