You're in the kitchen making chocolate cake
And talking about UFOs
But you don't know how much I'm suffering
Everyday I smoke and drink just so I can feel something
Just to alleviate the pain, but it always comes back
And the doctor says I'm depressed
And when I try to open up to you, you never listen
You never want to have a conversation
You leave the house just to go missing
And blame everyone for your bad decisions
And it feels like I'm talking to invisible clocks
Filling bathtubs to watch them overflow.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2022 13:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
Comments1
'You leave the house just to go missing'
(while some go missing, standing right by our side...)
such a vivid scene your words emote
thanks for sharing dear poet
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