If I stop texting
I hope you understand
That maybe I'm dealing
With something out of hand
If I stop eating
Take me for a walk
Sit me on a park bench
In the evening to talk
If I start wearing long sleeves again
Don't question or but in
Simply take me for a bike ride in autumn
So I can feel something again
If my bracelets grow in numbers
Like armor from your eyes
I hope you look past my smiles
And know my words are lies
If I stop talking as much
Don't urge me to speak
Because I hope you know
My voice will be too weak
If I happen to stop smiling
Take me to the sea
Where the water blends with my tears
So I can feel free
If I come home from school in tears
Make me some tea, I'll work later
It's going to be long
Before I feel any better
If I have an attack in class
Send me home, I'm sick
It's just not something
I can fix so quick
If I wince in pain
When I carry my books
Tell the others
To stop their looks
If I choke up will typing this
Give me a call and ask if I'm okay
It would sure be nice
To hear your voice today
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts
