It hurts to know that the people around me are the ones who are leaving.
It hurts that the ones who promised to stay are the same ones who walked away.
It hurts that I want them to stay but they want to forget about me.
It hurts that they were there watching me suffer and I still thought they were my friends.
They told me to hold on and ask them for help.
Even at 03:00 if I'm crying.
But what if?
Maybe I'm hurting everything around me.
I should be the one letting go.
It hurts because now it's time for me to go and none of them are here.
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