Panic Attacks I've been there,
I've gotten you past it,
I've been through the worst of them.
You had one last night....
I was at work you sent me a text,
I was the only one who could help, and I was there for you.
But where were you?
I mean you sent me those texts, but when I replied I got silence.
So immediately I grabbed my phone again and all I got was the ride to the uncarred pit of voices.
Instead I recieved a stop calling me text as if i was the one at fault.
Why did you text me then.
Why couldnt he help you if youre with him now.
All these questions remain unanswered, as my heart beats slowly.
In anger and regret I sit knowing you've blocked me only because he is a piece of crap scum of the earth.
The same scum who makes a rose dry out and watches it slowly fade away.
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Author:
A_lost_soul (
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- Published: May 16th, 2017 09:08
- Comment from author about the poem: This might not be my best work, but im in so much pain and so tired that it sounded good to me.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 60
Comments1
Love the last two lines especially . Great expressive write .
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