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Jul 2014
numberless nights now
and you no longer call
i get it, don't bother
not like you speak much at all

i carry my burdens
and repent on my sins
and here you add bricks
as my soul further thins

you're hurt and you're angry
coping with different levels of stress
but i'm the one who needs saving
living life like a hot ******* mess

i've been no priority to you
so says all this time on my own
turn your back, wish the best
so sensible to leave the diseased all alone

after this is over
when i'm no longer being drained
know by doing this without you
consequences my losses and gains
and so truly whatever i can salvage
will be all of me that remains
how pathetic and angry i sounded. guess i gotta keep working through my stages of grief...this one's post date was actually july 5th.
brianna the strange
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brianna the strange  Dakota Territory
(Dakota Territory)   
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