My heart hurts, to the point of no return. My body aches and I can't stop it. My mind replays the day in my head like a person replays there favorite song. The more I think the more I remember the more I feel. I want to escape. I want a new everything. I haven't been myself since April 16 2018. The day my world completely fell apart. Hiding in my room seems to do more justice then facing the problem. I confided in to two people who no longer care. Who cant understand. Who both seem better without me anyway. But what can I say? That's the problem I don't know what to say. But there is so much going on in my mind. They're not racing my mind only because I dwell on them long enough for them to permanently stay there. But I can't stop. Here I am sitting in a room in someone's else's house crying and writing trying to express my emotions. Talking about it won't help so I figured I would write about it. But that doesn't seem to help ether. I want my old life back. I want some of my old friends back. I want my happiness back. I want my heart whole again. I want my old self back.
I want my dad back.
But I guess we don't always get what we want.
Do we?
YOU ARE READING
A book of my thoughts and feelings
PoesíaI write sometimes so this is just me getting it out
