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Jey Blu Mar 2018
You're too young
You don't need the stress of knowing
How about the stress of not knowing
You expect me to be fine
Not knowing if my little sister is coming back
You expect me not to be *******
Not knowing if I'm staying
You expect me not to be scared
Not knowing what happened to my brother
You expect me to trust you
Not knowing who to believe
You put words in my mouth
Not knowing what to say
This situation
Is frustrating as ****
And you expect me to be okay
Well news flash


im not okay.
Jey Blu Jan 2018
I could live in your eyes
They pulled me in
From the start
A whirlpool and a firestorm at the same time
Drawing me in
To drown me
I used to fall asleep looking into your eyes
Now I stay awake because they're gone
And so are you
Your voice still rings in my ears
And the shadow of your face lives in my my mind
I miss us
I miss you
I miss the lilt of your voice as a smile played on your lips
I miss your intoxicating laugh that could bring me out of any rut
I miss the way you would bite your lips when you looked into my eyes
I miss the way those eyes stared into my soul and took over my heart
Why do you stay in my dreams?
Why does  your image haunt me at night?
I find myself thinking about you all the time
You're a drug
You're not my drug anymore
But I'm still addicted
And
I
Can't
Quit
Why won't he leave my mind
Jey Blu Dec 2017
Didn’t you wish they cared?
Didn’t you wish they wanted you?
Didn’t you wish they pretended?
Didn’t you wish they wouldn’t have started it?
Didn’t you wish they hadn’t hadn’t showed you the pain?
Didn’t you wish they would pay more attention?
Didn’t you wish they never said what you wished you’d never hear?
Didn’t you wish they saw how it affected you?
Don’t you wish they cared sooner?
Don’t you wish they didn’t want you back?
Don’t you wish they didn’t pretend?
Don’t you wish they would just end it?
Don’t you wish they would let you feel the pain again?
Don’t you wish they didn’t pay attention?
Don’t you wish they would say it again?
Don’t you wish it didn’t affect you?
This is about my parents

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