your struggles
your struggles
your grip on reality,
your struggles to get out of bed each morning
all that time spent dwelling on the past
it can't be healthy
different ways conversations could have gone,
words forever left unspoken
missing the closeness of a person
who always stood by your side
who somehow made everything feel alright
imagining, daydreaming, wasting your energy
feeling like only a quarter of yourself is truly living
confused, terrified, lost
feeling out of place and out of touch with reality
pulling away, closing off, building walls around yourself
you want to call out but something stops you every goddamn time