Im so sorry
I said I'd stop
I lied.
I said never again
I lied
I didn't mean to
I wasn't thinking
It was to much
Im sorry

You wake up.
Immediately, you check your phone.
The amount of things to do is unbearable,
But you have to get it done anyway.
Why?
You don't know.

You start doing the work by yourself,
No one there to help you yet.
As always.
You have to do everything alone.
Why?
You don't know.

You finish the work
And you feel empty.
You HAVE to do something, anything.
Why?
You don't know.

You're completely burnt out,
They ask you if you're okay.
You're not.
Why?
You don't know.

Leaving the house,
The memories,
Pain and happiness.
The child that used to live there.

Sometimes you leave too soon,
Sometimes you just have to.
For the good of the other people
Still locked inside.

You can't help but worry about them,
But you can't change anytning,
Now that you left.
But it is what you wanted, is it not?

You thought leaving the house would help you
But it only made it worse.
You have the life you wanted,
But at what cost?

O
pe
n Up Y
our Ey
es Once
In A Whil
e It's Nice.

My favorite hoodie,
One that aged along with me.
The hoodie that remembers it all,
The pain, sweat fear,
Still having the white paint stains.

It remembers the joy,
The children's laughter,
The forest we both used to love
And the universe i created in my head.

It knows more about me than any person in the world,
Remembers all of my happy and sad moments,
The tears of joy and sadness.
Today i am wearing it and writing this poem.
Thank you.