7 months ago,
It felt like my world imploded...

I want to go home,
I am home sick...

I have felt pain before,
In many forms...

I'm so not okay,
The words I've screamed...

I wish the sadness I feel
Could be washed away...

When I look at you
I see happiness and joy...

I am ready
I am ready for everything...

No matter how much I scream
No matter how loud I am...

The pain is ever increasing,
The amount pills I take is enough to fill oceans...

That was me,
The girl dancing through the flowers...

At what point did I stop caring?
Was it age 10 when I stopped putting on a seat...

You asked me to write a love poem
But I have no words...