I hate it when I open my phone,
I hate it when I open my Spotify,
I hate it when I open Instagram,
I hate it when I open Twitter.
I see your pictures,
I see the English essay I made about you,
I see the playlist of your favorite songs,
I see your status which said "Active now",
I see you retweeting and liking tweets.
I'm crying on the bathroom floor -
silently,
Cause I thought I didn't care,
I thought I would be strong enough,
I thought I wouldn't have to cry anymore.
I was wrong,
You're somewhere having the time of your life.
Meanwhile, I'm breaking down
and you don't even know
or even care.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
PoetryWhen the clock strikes 12 AM random thoughts rushes in It could be a reflection of wrongdoings, memories of loved ones, heartaches, happy memories that could make a sad girl giggle, and the list goes on. Can't sleep? Same here.
