By Elisabetta Smith, TIWP Student

its a surreal type of pain
when you have to convince yourself
to ignore it

you can run into a window
thinking it was just air
when you don’t know if it’s really a fight
or just something else you made up in your head
because if nobody else noticed
then it must not be there
i wish i could say i’m lucky

when i’m up late and its a quarter past three
and the world spins slower and i can’t fall asleep
and i wish i would get a call
or anything at all
to remind me
that most times fights don’t last forever
i got it wrong, guess i’m not that clever at all

but sometimes things just don’t work out
you can lift yourself up a few feet of the ground
but there’s always a time when you come back down again

and i wish that closure would give me peace
but at the end of the day it was probably on me
i messed up some way or another
i guess i was just like the others