"i don't know how you're doing this."
because i don't think.
i've shut my mind off.
i don't think about how big my bed is when he's not here in it
i don't think about how i don't laugh or smile anymore
i don't think about how he used to pull in my driveway to pick me up every day
i don't think about the empty feeling in my chest i get when i see him with her
i don't think about how he's not beside me
i don't think about how cold my hand is without his in mine
i don't think about how lonely my nights are without him here
i don't think about everything i've lost.
i don't think about you.
—and i don't know if that's healthy.
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
