"even when the dark
comes crashing through
when you need a friend
to carry you
when you're broken on the ground
you will be found"
i can't breathe tonight.
it all hits me sometimes
for no good reason.
i'd really like it
to stop.
it doesn't.
i'll keep living with the weight
of all these things.
no one else needs to know.
it's not their problem.
it's mine
and only mine.
but even so i wish
(sometimes)
that i could just
say it:
this is what happened.
this is my life.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
