It's 3pm and I am a little lost in my head, I can't seem to shake the ongoing feeling of dread. I pick up my phone and it's a message from you, i'm unsure of how to react it's so out of the blue. There are so many letters in my head that I could type to you, but I won't.
Thing is, i'm in ruins I want to check up on you but it's not my place, yet I can't seem to overcome the obstacles that I have placed. They've broken things before, left my skin red and torn, my heart bloody and sore, and I wonder do you ever look back to see the ruins left behind from a tornado or a storm that only we could find on a day like this.
Maybe I lost something I never really had, or maybe you were too special for myself to have. Regardless of the circumstances I stare at my phone, knowing that I want to reply but I have no clue how because everything I want to say to you, I cant.
You tell me how things are bad, and I want to reach out. Tell me every story that is filling you with self doubt and maybe I can help rewrite them. Tell me all about whats going on in your life that have maybe caused a twisted sense of fright in your beautiful blue eyes. I wish I had known how quickly you would become a stranger in a world where everyone seems to wonder what makes people run away. So I just say "hey, it gets better."
And as I promise that things get better, I promise to help, i'll take you where you need to go and help you find a way out. But i'm on a downwards spiral and I wont tell you this, I wont utter a word because in a battle between heaven and hell, hell will win and wipe me out.
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Letters In My Head
PoetryI will write letters in my head laced with blood and tears to create a sense of reality to fight my fears in a world that is broken and bruised, i've been misplaced. Some topics covered in my poems might cause distress so please read at your own ri...
