A pulverized heart
For someone
I'd die for
while he
glares
and sits
in the sidelines
Blurry tears
All those
talks
about love
about hope
about family
wasted.
A sly grin
Though
at this point,
I can't tell
what's solid
and what isn't.
Maybe
if I hope enough,
my hopes
will become reality
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
