you used to love to hear me sing.
I don't want to be here
anymore.
maybe I'll hear your voice within
a crowd.
perhaps you'll feel the same way as I do.
I mutter a simple sentence under
my breath as you run to
the door.
lower your head and pray to what
you think will save you.
I'm tired of being here in this
awkward situation.
remember when we told those
stories.
it's the same stories but
does he tell you those stories.
does he give up his plans for you.
does his hold you hand.
lower your head and pray for the best.
nothing can hear you anymore.
only the sound of your faint
heartbeat.
hang your head and hope this works.
you've got nothing more to lose.
{21.07.15}
YOU ARE READING
writing dreams
Poetry*trigger warning* just a book of my bipolar thoughts and feelings {lower case is intentional through out the book} ~ Gabi xx
