Everything's changed;
The friendship we made,
In my head the voice screams,
That things aren't what they seem.
I feel the strain,
The heartbreak, the pain,
But I'll make you all see,
That things aren't what they seem.
I'll cry a thousand tears,
Because over two years,
Our friendship bloomed,
But your heart's moved,
And I can't breathe,
Because things aren't what they seem.
We were the best of friends,
We made our own trend,
But now you've changed,
You're not the same,
Do you even remember my name?
And though I can't breathe,
I'm gonna make you see,
That I'm doing better,
But things aren't what they seem.
YOU ARE READING
Recovery
PoetryA collection of poems, thoughts and passages written to release bottled-up feelings. These poems aren't just ink on paper or words on a screen; they tell my story, through good times and bad, as I attempt to recover from mental illnesses and past ex...
