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Sep 2013
June 4th.
this is the day it happened
the very first day
the day I realized  I no longer cared about their topics
the day I realized that I'm no longer me
that im a foreign exchange student in my own body but the thing is I'm not coming back after a year.
I don't even know.
where has everyone gone?
where have I gone?
the confidence in my walk is dripping away so fast,
the actual happiness behind that smile has etched away to nothing
that drive has been mistaken for self infliction
the people I care about have dwindled to oh so few
and
maybe
after this time I will be done.
maybe after this time it will be over
and
I
will
breathe
for
the
F
I
R
S
T
time
in
ages.
.
.
.
.....
I haven't written in a few months I'm rusty
Autumn
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Autumn  24/F
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