I'm so close to the top,
Because you've decided
That you want to be with me.
Your face reminds me of when
I would stay up all night just to see the sunrise,
And the way the sun took away the darkness.
You lifted me up,
So close to the top, and I
Could almost grab the edge.
I could almost pull myself out,
But then you dropped me, and
Sent me plummeting down to the bottom.
So I sit here waiting for you,
And I miss you, and the way
You made me forget the bottom of this hole.
I'm waiting for you to pull me back up,
And then I realize.
I would rather sit here on the bottom,
Alone in the dark.
Than wait for you to want me,
And make me think I'm going to be okay.
I would rather sit here and loath my life,
Than be so close to recovery, just for you
Get tired of my weight.
And you dropped me.
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Poems
PoesíaI'm taking my friends advice. Maybe it'll work out. Here are some poems I've written. Some are new, some are old. Most are sad. Thanks for reading them? ~Ashley
