2 years ago today 2015 You were still in my life I still saw you almost every day I heard you when you were screaming I smelt you when you reeked of alcohol I came home and saw my mother When she randomly had a black eye I felt the sting When you wouldn't talk to me for weeks I was in the turmoil Of not knowing Wether or not I should say The secrets I was keeping for everyone else I was confused and so very alone But that was all 2 years ago I haven't heard from you Not since my birthday When you bothered to txt me You actually got it right this year July 21st Not June 19th like you always said But that was it Just a text Why does this all still bug me? I want to get over it. Most days I think I have, But some days it still bugs me And still makes me depressed And I hate that I still let this all control me Why is it right when I think I'm finally moving on? Everything slaps me in the face and I feel stuck. I don't want to bother anyone with this I know it's unimportant But days like today are when I wish I had a friend Who didn't mind some venting about stuff like this But none of my friends understand I always think it's ironic when they vent about parent problems Because they have no idea What a real problem even is.
Random thoughts and emotions that are truly irrelevant