A life in poems.

The first to be shown.. but not the first to be written..

Right now it's 5 minutes before
Midnight.
🐢

It's hard to breath, it's hard to look.
It's surprising how much pain one word took.
Goodnight, goodbye.
It's the same thing in my eye.
I say what I say, I do what I do.
To show that I mean it when I say I love you..
I feel bad. I hate to admit it.
I see and feel what weights down your spirit.
It's funny what was given to me...
Allowing me to leave my body and be free.

I don't do it often.. because it gives me a headaches
But it lets me go please my heart desires not what my mind makes.
I see the floor, that had been covered before,
This room you saw only as a chore..
and yet again a closed door.
I sit down on the bed..
The same one where you lay your head.
I know this is not a dream...
But when I tried to touch your thigh..
I began to cry...
Because I don't know anymore if this is goodbye..

(Wasn't trying to rhyme but has its flaws like life. I hope everyone gets some rest)