We have come full circle.
I started writing poetry because of you.
You're gonna make me become writer Studs Terkel.
I started with a poem about what you went through.
I wrote about how you made me feel.
I wrote to cope with these things.
I thought this would help me heal.
But it feels as if my life is held up by strings.
You are family, and I have always cared.
You've been going through a lot, and I've always been there.
I opened up to you, and allowed my experiences to be shared.
But then comes the problem of you just don't care.
You want to not be happy.
You refuse to listen to anyone's advice.
So forgive me if it makes me a little snappy.
However, I will continue to be there, and try to play nice.
You are still family, and someone I really care for.
I just want you to learn how you affect us.
I want you to learn before you collapse on the floor.
So please, heed our words, as this is your stop, and it's time for you to get off this lonely bus.
JE LEEST
Stale Words
Poëzie𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
