Isolate

You're gone and now there's no one left to listen. Might as well make a permanent spectacle out of my sadness.

Poems when I just want to scream at all the people who said they loved me. Words I want to say but I can't. Anger. Grief. Everyone said "call me if you need me." I said, "I'm terrified of phone calls." So, here I am. Alone.

I wish I could bring you back.