You write depressing poetry
you lay in your bed for hours wasting time
rocking yourself back and forth with tears streaming down your face
you cry until you can't
you stare at the ceiling
you go crazy
you want to scream and punch things
you want to hold a gun to your head and pull the trigger
you want to die
you want to hurt them but you want to hold, love them at the same
you want to shout
you want to throw things
you ignore it
you don't ignore it
you sink into your darkness and let it consume you
you burn because that's all you have left to do
you burn with each memory and laugh as it sears your skin
fire rips through your veins
your heart thuds in your chest and you can't breathe.
I don't know I don't know because that's all I know how to do
I can't tell you how to stop *loving someone or how to heal from your sadness because I'm still searching for that answer myself.