The first break down.

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She called me up,
Saying she was not okay.
I felt helpless,
Laying in my bed miles away.

She told me she was fine,
But you couldn't hear it in her voice.
I told her it's okay if she's not,
Let yourself cry if you want.

She started sniffling,
I started saying I'm here.
She cried her heart out,
I just lay in my bed hearing her.

I remember the aching of my chest as she broke down on the call,
My heart was shattered,
That I couldn't hold her right now.

She stopped herself,
Saying that's enough for now.
I told her it's okay,
She can let it all out.

She apologized after crying some more,
I told her, "Don't you dare, what am I here for?"
She said I shouldn't have seen her like this,
I said, "Why? Who should if not me?"

We stayed up talking after that,
Miles apart, in our beds, laying.
She laughed a lil after that,
Me trying my best to let her forget what she's dealing with.

This was the first time I wished I could cry,
Maybe then I'd understand.
I just wanted to take away her pain in a spree,
Thinking maybe then she'd be okay.

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