Thwack my heart,
Vacant feelings.
You used up every last
part of me.
I'm so ******* jaded.
I dote on you,
while you take ample amounts
of me.
I don't know what's left to share.
I'm restless.
I sleep in an untenanted bed
with creases that leave little of you.
Hollow eyes,
staring at me when I rouse.
Hoping I'll be there for your last
days awake.
I feel lonely in a full house.
Meeting at the lowest,
four walls to keep us from killing ourselves.
Was starting again,
first day of school like your parents did?
Was it a bond,
Or did our demons tangle?
This is a mess I have to clean, again.
Final draft of poem I wrote on my most emotionally vulnerable day. I started journaling after this day to keep myself centered. I don't want to bottle my feelings away anymore. I want to deal with them in healthier ways. Why I am back on HP.