5/7/5

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