I don't know how to feel,
You've left, I know that much is real.
Every night I lay awake,
Trying not to break.
I can't help but sit here and think,
About how the next two years will go,
And if we'll float or sink,
Only in time we'll know.
Lately, all I know is tears,
Pain from missing you,
And anxiety from the prospect of years,
Before I'll be leaving here too.
I don't know how to feel,
About this whole ordeal.
Every night I lay awake,
And pray I won't succumb to this ache.
YOU ARE READING
Save Me from Myself
PoetryThis will be just random tidbits or blurbs or poems about how I'm feeling. I'm going through some stuff and don't feel like I have anyone to talk to.
