I'm trying so hard
To let it go, and realize
I cannot hold you for an eternity,
You will not always be by my side
Talking isn't constant
Words aren't always said
I cannot spend my days here
Lying in my bed
I must leave this place
Not going too far
Simply a place where it is quiet
The front door left ajar
A place where noises are hushed
It is just me, myself and I
Where I can let it out
I can begin to cry
My silent tears could carry the sadness away
Far away from me
So I can smile more often
So I can be set free
Eventually
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
