i cant breathe
nothing is okay
im told to shut him out
but his name is screaming in my headi need someone to listen
but ill just annoy you
but goddammit
my head is going to end mei just want to stop
stop the fucking wondering
stop the craving for answers
because i wont get anyhe left because i wasnt enough
he left because i didnt deserve him
he left because i was overwhelming
he left because of mejust fucking accept it
youre worthless
you shouldve died back in eighth grade
when no one fucking knewyou wouldnt have met him
or her
youd be dead
and thats better than whatever this hell isi want to die
and i cant push it away
this feeling is killing me
literally and it wont stop until it winsbut not tonight
because ill get scared
hell im scared by thinking of it
im a little bitchbut this hurts
it hurts too much
its been a year evan
let it fucking go
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.