It's crazy how many people ask me about you.
Friends; Family; Strangers; Your Family; Your Friends; Friends of Friends, you get the picture.
Speaking of pictures, one of you popped up at Midnight today. It was a photo you'd taken while I was in the local grocery store getting you sweets. It was you, looking smiley, with a little message you'd written me:
"I'll be missing you xx"
Is that still true?
Do you still miss me?
I don't understand how we went from that to nothing so quickly. And I still refuse to believe there isn't anything there anymore. Not even a friendship, a spark, or support...
I could use support at the moment. I've noticed myself becoming a negative person. Becoming fed up, and I feel like most people hate me. Or that they have a judgement of me that I can't help but get bothered by...
I've said this before but... Help? Anyone?
Someone?
Please?
Bub?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Broken Man
PoezieHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
