if you died, they may as well pronounce me dead too.
i scream. i scream so loud. i scream so that my ears are ringing and my jaw hurts. i scream so that tears well up in my sad eyes. i scream my life away. for no one to hear a thing.
i only feel love from my older friends. only they know how to handle the deep sadness that comes along with me.
despite how hard i’ve wished and prayed you weren’t the one. you are. and i know i can never love you how you want me to.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
i’ll pray to little orange bottles or stuffy waiting rooms if it meant you would just get better.
yesterday i read the notes on a life
that had just barely counted as one lived
the girl was far too tainted to be a wife
but she was a girl with much love to give
she talked like a true contrarian
eternally antithetical girl
then her opinions flew with the herons
to a much kinder and comforting world
with time her smile faded into the gray
and she went aimlessly through the motions
she joined other wretched souls yesterday
her eulogy murmured by the ocean
i suppose she always hung by a thread
i would’ve hung onto each word she said
i am so terribly sad. someone must be watching the movie of my life for a good cry.