Dear World,
The room is full of remnants
Remnants of tears, laughter and loneliness
Your words hurt me worse than a shot wound
Your words grabbed hold of me
Your words dropped me in a barrel of darkness
I'm crying
I hate myself when I cry
It reminds me I'm not over it
Pain doesn't come with an expiration date
I fell asleep when you aimed the words at my face
I can't unhear you
I'm in a loop
A circle of hell
YOU ARE READING
Things left unsaid
PoesíaLetters to people I'll probably never see again. Things I wanted to say Feelings I want to express Thoughts that I'm thinking But never say out loud
