I can't stand this.
You.
Sitting in my passengers seat
Eyes closed sleeping peacefully
Your hand on my thigh
Feet on my dash.
Only the sound of the wind breaking through the crack in my window
The music playing
Then the song plays on.
I sing at the top of my lungs
Water rolling down my cheeks.
But you still sound asleep
Unaware of my hurt.
Unaware of how broke I am.
But that's always how it ends up.
The broken concealed until you're alone
Even though you're right there
Peaceful I can't wake you
No matter how broken I am
Desperately just wanting validation that
That I'm okay
That I'm not okay
But it's okay.
Feeling alone.
Feeling lost
When you're right next to me
Why?
How?
How does the music
The lyrics
Alter so much when you're alone?
Do I just understand them more
As I see the sun shine on your face
As you snore quietly.
Like I can speak to you through the words
Maybe you can feel my pain
Maybe you'll dream that I'm broken
And you're the one who can fix it?
Fuck car rides honestly.
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New Struggles
PoetryJust some entries, some poems, some just plain feelings and rants about things that are going on in my life. I hope you can relate to my struggles, understand that you're never alone. *Will be updating everyday! I might miss a day though, I'm not pe...
