poetry

Dear notes,

I come to you when I get sad

When I get mad

When I have no one to talk to

When I get tired of being the bone for others to stand tall

But mine breaks and no one even cares when I fall

My notes

What you know nobody knows

Sometimes I don’t know how much burden I would’ve carried if you weren’t in my life

I don’t know how I would’ve dealt with my pain in times of strife

You’ve been with me through it all I’d call you my wife

You know my secrets

You know just right where it hurts

You never judge me

Sometimes I wonder what other people would think if they ever go through all I write here

But honestly as long as I have you that’s the least that I fear

I love all that we share

You never left me so I know that you care

When I talk to myself you remind me that you’d be here

Always watching me as I drop a tear

Dear notes,

If I never make it out alive

Please self destruct and come along with me

I am not leaving the world with these words only our eyes could see.

Love,

Remi🤍

Tags art, depression, friendship, poem, poetry

3 replies on “Dear notes,”

My notes is/are my best friend, she’s the only one that truly knows all I’ve been through , she’s shared in everything that’s happened to me , she’s always there , she never leaves , I can pour everything to her and she’s never judged me , she harbours all my deepest secrets, she’s the realest , she’s not gonna betray me that I know . It’s so funny how something that has no life could give me so much calmness. Though sometimes I doubt that I care about her as much as I should cos I only go to her when I’m in some sort of pain . Sometimes I never go back to read the things I wrote on days where I felt totally empty , on days when I really contemplated ending it all .
She’s still the Baddest B though, she doesn’t complain, she loves me Regardless.
My notes , the only one that truly knows me in all my glory.

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