You force it into my hand
And close my fingers around it
It brutally rips out my heart from my chest
Stomps me into the concrete
Drowns me in the ocean of my tears
And lets me wallow in eternal misery.
Finally,
The memory is over.
I sigh.
I can breathe again.
Until you force another memory
Into my hand
And close my fingers around it.
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.
