Fear

I think I let myself fall in too deep.

It's clutching at your heart and you can't breathe
But you stay where you are, motionless
Because you keep telling yourself
She's coming back she's coming back she's coming back
But the pressure never releases and it's like
You're dying.

I won't do it. I promised her. I won't.

And so you wait like always
While your heart screams.

Author's Note

Yes, I tend to write poems instead of writing diaries.

Reviews

[Charity]

This is so good! You write very good poems! They always catch you and you have to finish them.