Always

I feel like my throat is cut
As fresh as 9 years ago
Why is this?
What’s wrong with me?

Attachment issues
Feeling close to those so far away
And alienated from those who reside close
It’s fucked up to say the least

We may have grown apart
Over the years
But I really love you, you know
As odd as this may seem

How could I not?
I try incessantly to connect
It’s really not fair on either
So I’ll say goodbye

But I am always here if you need me.

Always.

Claire

Amateur poet (33f) who has an interest specifically in mental health, music and cooking. Looking to connect with and resonate with others who experience difficulties in life due to mental illness and difficult life circumstances, through poetry.

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