Trust is a double edged sword

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Gone

I’m aware I’m changing
And the group of friends I associate with is changing too
My wardrobe is getting darker
And my hair is getting lighter
My parents are louder
School feels harder
I want to go back
I really honestly do
But it’s too late now

Suffocated

His words shook as he cried and he kept repeatedly saying “I love you, I love you so much. You’re so beautiful and perfect and please don’t hang up on me. Please I love you so much don’t hang up please I won’t be able to sleep without your voice please I love you”
But on the other end of the phone I couldn’t breathe.
My face was growing hotter
And my tongue tasted of bile.
This is what it felt to be suffocated.