Life has become hell,
Yet I still wish you well.
I know you wanted me to be free
To pursue my dreams.
I care about you though.
Right now, my life kind of blows.
I miss her and you,
I'm feeling really blue.
I'm all alone in this hell called life,
I thought I'd eventually be your wife.
You were always there when I had flashbacks.
Now my problems are all being stacked.
* * *
I wrote this about an ex-boyfriend, who I really saw a future with. We broke up because school and work made it hard to see each other outside of school.
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.


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