I feel so pathetic
Trying to pretend that nothings wrong
Not replying to anyone’s messages
Pressing replay on this one song
I spent half an hour concentrating
On writing your name
Then crossing out every letter
Because it made life feel like a game
Then I slumped down in my chair
Which is where we once sat together
And I finally let myself cry again
Because I thought we were forever
An hour later I stopped crying
That’s when I noticed that I was alone
No family for me to disappoint
In this house that I call home
When everyone got back
I didn’t want to care
I fell asleep and dreamt about you
But when I opened my eyes you weren’t there
Mum asked me what was wrong
And I told her I had a headache
She gave me a drink and two panadol
But my real symptoms all point to heartbreak
Writing this makes me feel even more pathetic
Because you’ll never know this was for you
You told me not to do anything stupid
Honestly, is there anything left for me to do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem