I am ready to cry
But instead I will lie
Because I try
To seem okay
When I go home today
I will say I'm okay
But I will always remember
During September
You tried to leave me
During so, you deceived me
Thinking we would get a call
My thoughts that it would stall
They would find you one day
Bury your body away
I look to the stars
And think about our matching scars
In September
This is all I remember
How could I have a great birthday
After the one that September?
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Human
Non-FictionI've gone through some crap. We all have, so maybe you can relate. This is poetry about the life of another depressed human.
