From another thing that I will not say,
I am silent.
My heart has swelled up into my throat,
and has become
the only thing I will speak about for the
without you. My voice has been replaced
by shards of
heartbreak, and broken frames of trust.
You are loud.
Your friendship is nothing but based on
unsettled, unattainable grounds that
met by your own standards of living.
I am buried
6 feet under, accompanied by the
fear that I
will never know what true connection
As I lay in my bed of stones, soil, and
glass, you continue to battle on my
I am 6 feet under, unable to breathe
both of you, do not see that you are
what’s killing me. I am to die by your