3 months
12 weeks
84 days
2016 hours
this feels like it did last time
the blame
the isolation
the microscopic eyes on me
i feel cornered again
unable to be myself
unable to live
unable to breathe
i don't think i can do 84 days again
i almost didn't survive last time
the person you hate is the person you should thank
the person i don't have anymore
i can't do 3 months with you
the situation is almost identical to the last
you're hurt
i'm dying
and all because we cannot function as one
you and i are too different
polar opposites
where there is pain
there is trauma
that is not selfish of me to say
or selfish of me to ask
what about me?
you question it with my question
i repeat once again
what about me?
tears of hurt and angry brim my eyes
i blink so they don't fall but to keep them in
i just want to scream once
so you'll get it
WHAT ABOUT ME?
YOU ARE READING
take it how you want it
Poetrythis is a series of poems i have written about past and current events. everyone handles emotions differently, here is how i handle mine
