Sunday
I hate feeling like
I'm supposed to impress you.
Should it be this hard?
Monday
This type of sadness
is so heavy that it will
immobilize you
Tuesday
I'm not gonna lie
It's nice to have someone here
Even just to talk
Wednesday
I wanted to help.
(I forgot your happiness
wasn't mine to fix.)
Thursday
Empty promises:
I'm getting quite good at those.
Someone make me stop.
Friday
Sometimes, in the dark
I hate myself for thinking,
"I wish you were here."
Saturday
At least once a day
I wonder if they can tell
I'm breaking inside
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