I won't run out of words anytime soon, so, don't expect me to shut up about how this made me feel. I might not be talking much, in fact, I might not talk at all, but I have so much to say. I may be quiet, trust me inside I'm screaming and dying to be heard by you or anyone for that matter. I'm quiet, that doesn't mean I'm not fucking hurt by this. I won't rant, I won't complain and I'm not expecting you to read my mind, I'm just asking you to open your eyes. I want you to notice the damage done. Couldn't you make it seem like it was hurting you, so, I'd know it was okay to feel this way? Maybe I am done talking.
YOU ARE READING
He's gone
شِعر[Completed] Someone leaves you, all the good memories play over and over in your head till it's too much. Every emotion you feel gets too much. Like you want to scream them out and I just wrote them down.
