How do you describe
How you feel
With people,
You used to be closest to?
It's suffocating
Just being there-
Close.
It's hurtful
As each second
You realize
Things aren't how they once were.
The fact is,
They never will be
again.
Trust was gone,
But memories weren't.
That's why it all hurts.
Nothing's the same,
Now strangers,
It all hurts.
What do you do,
As you drown with every second
And slowly,
Continue to go under.
What do you do?
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoetrySometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
