There's a ringing in my ears again.
I didn't think that it would ever happen here again.
I was under the impression that last time would be the last time I would go through this in this room.
I'm glad it's not gone.
This place started our relationship.
It's where I built a bond with you.
Where I slowly fell more in love with you.
This place gave me the best month of my life in a very odd way.
It gave me my best year yet.
As well as my best friend.
It gave me so much.
It pains me that she's taking it away soon.
Although I understand the urge to change everything.
It just hurts.
My ears are still ringing.
There's a tight pain in my gut.
Cold warmth running through me off and on all morning.
I'll talk to you when you get up.
As always.
It's going to be like this all week, I hope you understand that.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoezieA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.