She keeps saying she’s leaving.
But I don’t know where she’s going.
She keeps telling me she’s done.
But nothing has been finished.
She keeps thinking she’s gone numb.
But feels it when I pinch her.
She keeps crying in the dark.
But there’s no sad movie on.
She keeps missing my calls.
But I know it’s on purpose.
She keeps drinking more wine.
But it’s becoming a problem.
She keeps swallowing more pills.
But she’s already exhausted.
She keeps screaming my name.
But I have already lost her.
This poem was submitted by our friend Kelsey. You can follow her on Instagram here.
Always remember that you are not alone.
You are loved.
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