20. Writing

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I feel like I'm shut behind the door

Just crying while sitting on the floor,

If you were here, you'd say, 'You can talk to me'

But you're not there to talk to

And here I am stuck in a hell hole, who knew?

I'm thinking about jumping off the school roof

And there would be a loud 'Poof',

Either there would be a huge crowd

Or my fall wasn't important and loud,

I hid all the pain

And now, none of our memories are washing down the drain,

Our story is somewhat sad

In the end, it could be good or bad,

When I found out that you were writing for someone

I thought that you found someone new and I'm done,

I almost felt like crying 

When I found out you were writing letters for me, 

Guess I'm not the only one dying,

It felt good when I heard that you write to me

Well, that's the same with me,

I'm still trying

But I end up in my bed, thinking,

Thinking about what I have done with my life

When people tell me to just 'aim and strive',

I heard that you met a new person

Let's hope this doesn't make anything worsen,

I lay on my bed in the room alone

Staring at the phone

And concentrating on the slow songs tone,

That's me learning to fight

Every night,

From these fears

Trying to hold in the tears,

Heard you've changed

It was like you never got pained,

At least not anymore

While I still sit and cry on the floor,

With our life we are dealing

With a little touch of love and feeling

While the wounds are healing

The result will still stay appealing

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