what more can i say?
i am miserable,
desperate to find an escape.
i don't know who i am
without you.
and i can't bring myself
to acknowledge
that yes, the pain will pass.
because i'm too hooked on it.
i'm far more depressed
than i have let myself believe.
no matter how hard i try
i just can't erase the melancholic,
the forlorn smile on my face.
i just can't erase the crestfallen,
the gloomy expression on my face.
i thought i could hide it this time,
i thought i could put on that façade,
i thought i could mask the teary eyes.
but fuck, how i was so wrong.
it is my friends,
my genuine and sincere friends
that figure it out of me
before i could even
find the heart in me
to tell them myself.
it is my friends,
my authentic and real friends
that pull me aside,
and question everything,
the
why?
how?
when?
where?
they're the ones that realise
that i'm going to okay,
they're the ones that assure
me that i will be okay.
they're the ones that see
the light and truth of it all.
the ones whose words
hit me deeply
because they're the words
of the realists they are.
but no matter
who talks to me,
what happens to me,
i can't ignore the burning in my chest,
the shattering of my heart,
because i know i have to see you
when i am still so deeply
in love with
you.
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