Shit moods call for shit poems.stfu.

Your probably smiling right now.
Only you forgot to tell someone,because
that's just what you do.
It's raining,so your
probably smiling and splashing around
the puddles,just
like a little kid.
i wish I could get your voice out of my head
instead it's stuck on repeat,repeat,repeat,repeat.
There is no "off" button.
I felt my organs trying to
pull them selves apart.
I could feel them tugging at mt throat.
Choking on the thoughts
I'm trying so hard to swallow.
I can feel my heart wrenching.
I've got this knot in my stomach
and there are these needles in my bloodstream.
Poking and prodding there way through.
slicing me with every inch of regret
left with in me.
I wanted to go away.
If I open my mouth
I'm afraid you'll go away.
I wanted to run,run as fast as I could.
To get these convulsing flashbacks out of my vortex.
First came all the guilt I felt.
Then came the sinking feeling.
If I open my mouth you'll go away.
If I cry,
just shows how pathetic I am.
You made your choice.
You made your God damn filthy choice.
I'm not angry.
I never truly was.
I don't care if your a monster.
Just come back to me.
six months is enough.
I.can't.feel.{anything}.
Come back.

I know it's pathetic.I know it's not a poem.
ShutupshutupshutupshutupshutupD: