I don’t know what happened to you
Only that it did
See, I see a story in your eyes
That your lips barely hid
You have loved those with love
That combust your soul and set it on fire
That was love, sure it’s love
But not the type you require
And you move like the air
on an autumn day
As if one more harsh word could
sweep you up and take you away
Truth be told.
“You always look so sad,” He said.
I smiled and tried to pretend
It wasn’t true
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
To which he replied, “Don’t worry,
I don’t worry about you.”
Killing myself. Killing myself. I seem to be killing myself.
I do not want to date this boy
My friends want me to date this boy.
I like another boy.
Not that it matters.
I can’t have him.
He doesn’t want me.
But it’s not that I can’t have him because he doesn’t want me.
These things are unrelated.
I give up.
But I want him so.
I bet he knows.
He has to know.
He knows.
Do you know? You might read this.
My parents yell at me.
I yet at my parents.
We yell at each other.
I hate it.
They hate it.
They hate me.
I hate me.
I just want to be loved.
I love.
But I want to be loved.
Not by just anyone.
But by them.
Him and my parents.
And I miss the water.
Oh how I miss the water.
Take me to the water.
I’m drowning on dry land.
And I wonder if killing myself wouldn’t be easier.
I dream about it.
Think about it.
I’m drowning.
I’m drowning on dry land.
You can save me.
Anyone can save me.
Save me.
