
My breath clouds my
glasses and only my
eyes can search anymore.
I want to rip my
own heart out of my
shattered chest.
The monster in the corner
looks so much like you,
but I’m not sure
anymore.
I can’t tell if I’m
breathing or not
but the movement in my
stomach isn’t my
own.
The static around me
is making my ears
ring and my vision
blurry.
I want to scream
but if I do,
what will happen to you?
I just want you here,
but I can see you walking
away.
The countdown begins
in my head but
I don’t recognize the numbers.
The voices distort
and I can’t see
you anymore.
Please, come back.
Let me have control again.
About the Creator
Becca Mahar
Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.
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