goodbye

it has been a while since i don't write. this is a brief summery of what has happened while i was gone.

three years since i don't write you back

remembered when you said time would heal my past

and,

wondered how i was

suddenly i felt how my eyes became in pain,

my scars got wider and exposed,

my lungs kidnapped the words i wanted to yell.

so i lied;

i told you my therapist is happy to see me every time i go,

and how i don’t need the pills no more,

i honestly laughed when i told you about how the voice was gone,

the one always called me when i wanted to fly and never come back

we  talked about my past, and then we jumped to my future

and there’s when i had to take my bags and leave you behind

because the trip i was about to start, didn't involve time,

with a no return policy, i sincerely replied.

you looked so lost,

just like everyone did when i introduced the voice.

and in that moment i knew, that the truth would have not helped.

Author's Note

I'm a little rusty, hope you like it.

Reviews

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I really enjoyed the style and the mood of this poem. Keep it up.