There’s a dead friend in my closet that no one ever liked.
I know they are still there.
But, I ignore it until someone brings them up again.
I evade the question as if I did not understand them.
As if their bones did not crumble when I touched them.
As if I did not take their soul when I told them.
Guilt falls over me.
I lay awake at 2 a.m.
Sometimes I check to see if they may come back to life,
they are always the same as I left them.
Dead and unchanging,
and everyone praises the day the corpse died.
But, I cannot understand how to feel happy,
without a person in my life.
The loneliness is keeping me company,
like a dead cold corpse, he embraces me.
I don’t know what to do
and I can’t, for my life to stay warm for even a few minutes;
the cold creates a sense of security and I want her to stay.
by Pia Majumdar
Hello everyone, I am Pia Majumdar from- Finally Unchained, and this is my first guest post for Boring Bug.
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