24 Dec 2014
I remember when you came on holidays with us. We climbed the huge concrete cylinders.
Well you did, I watched.
We went hunting with my pop.
Went to the river and threw rocks.
Prank called people.
Played truth or dare.
Drove around in a shitty ute that was laying around.
I don't miss you at all.
I just miss someone caring.
My parents only try and be nice to because whoever gets me gets more in the divorce.
My friends are amazing but I want someone to really really care about me.
Now I'm sitting at the river with my music in and my eyes closed.
I even convince myself I can hear you throwing rocks.
You won't here ever again.
It was good when people cared.
Lately my whole world is sliding away from me and it's falling apart.
Just like the sand bank at the river.
I want everything back.
I want to feel loved.
Nobody will love me
My favourite lie you've ever told me is, that you love me.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
