As I stare at the glass on my phone, your text tells me that you are too busy.
As I stare at the glass on my phone, the status you posted contradicts your words.
As I stare at the glass on my phone, it shows me that you are having a good time with friends.
As I stare at the glass on my phone, it tells me that you are too busy to see me.
As I stare at the glass on my phone, I realize that I am on the outside once again looking in.
As I stare at the glass on my phone, my heart breaks in the silence.
As I close my eyes, my world collapses and I am left wondering where I belong.
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My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
