i spend a lot of time these days
in my room trying not to sleep
or just ignoring the entire world
pretending they dont exist
most of my nights are spent silently
crying into my pillow wondering
if they truly like me (but they rejected you)
(but they have issues)(but your friend said-)
(but the other friend said-)
and my days i drag myself into school
hoping hoping for a glimpse
a touch as we brush past in the hallways
some sign any sign anything
but those nights are the worst
but those nights the only thing that comforts me
is the thing that ripped me apart
but those nights i will always think of you.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
