My lungs tighten
My breaths shorten
I gasp for air as I
Watch you say bye
I reach for you
Unsure what to do
I waited for so long
Forr you to bring me along
But now I feel like
You were the mic
But instead of being the singer
I was the cleaner.
I stayed up till 5am for you
I helped you get through
I stopped the darkness
I turned up the brightness
I hated the light
I loved the night
But now I hate everything
I've lost my spirit to sing
I've gone back to poems
But I've broken my modem
Nothing works anymore
No one is here anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Becca
PoetryJust a collection of deep and meaningful poems I have written, ranging from now to bad when I was probably 10.
