I'm sorry
I let the tears seep from my eyes
One last time
Because maybe
Just maybe
I've had enough
I want more
I want to be happy
And maybe
Being alone
Could solve that
I hurt no one when I push everyone out
No disappointing
No mourning my name
The day I put a bullet through my brain
And plaster the walls with my thoughts
Ever since I decided
I was done putting everyone before me
I've lost
So much
I just hope and pray
That when that day comes
for my departure
I don't spell out
"I'm okay"
Out of habit

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Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts