let me go.

I knew this girl a long time ago,
She was the sweetest girl I’d ever met.
“She was really kind, though
she didn’t take threats.”

She told me a story a week before…
A story about why.
“ I don’t talk about myself,
I feel selfish and an item on a shelf.
I write it down, I make poems,
Because I know no one will get them.”
I asked her “Can you read one?”
The conversation got tense,
She read me a sentence.

“Tell me why cause I don't get it,
Why can’t I let anyone in,
It’s pulling me down into the darkness,
I can’t find my reason to fight this.”
I was frozen, I couldn’t move.
She saw my reaction, ruined the mood.
I said I was sorry,
Then we never spoke, my mistake was I didn’t worry…
I feel sorry for myself,
For if you hadn’t noticed.
I was speaking of myself.
I’m not surprised if that went unnoticed.
I don’t feel all too well,
I failed at life and I fell.
I can’t get back up,
My spirits are too low.
Just a heads-up…

I’m letting go.