They say that promises
Are made to be broken
So I'm sorry that
I promised to stay
I'm sorry that I promised
I'd be with you
To the end of our day
I never meant to hurt you
In this simple way
I never meant
To break you down
And leave you
On the ground
But now's the time
For me to float away
Into the sky
From our cracked stone ceiling
And my torn up rope
Up into the cloudless night
Little happy pills
Scatter our floors
They weren't enough
For the two of us
Now we start over once more
YOU ARE READING
thoughts of a newly medicated loser <3
Poetrybad poetry and depression rants TRIGGER WARNING I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH THERE IS A TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND IDEATION, SELF HARM, EATING DISORDERS, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, AND A GENERAL AIR OF MENTAL ILLNESS
