Can you remember when you were last happy
Why do these memories feel so empty
I see them but I'm not there
I know them but
it's unfair that
they're so unfamiliar
Where did the comfort go
Don't you know that you are loved
It's so suffocating
All of the self hating
You want it to end, yet you still want to see
What life could be like if you just keep trying to breathe
(All poems before Remembrance were actually from 2016, I was too afraid to post them before but things have been different lately... Some of them don't even feel like me anymore but I can still relate to a degree so thanks for anyone that actually has read this, it's terrifying to think it's here and that I'm still alive but I guess I'm at least more grateful even if I'm not in a happy place sorry for the rant and spam posts </3)
YOU ARE READING
I'm Dying Inside
PoetryI said I'd never post another story,poem or whatever on here because I'm terrified of my feelings being shw,n I'm literaly shaking as I write this ...
