Forget me
Pretend I don't exist
Because I'm not good enough for you
And I never will be
You're probably tired
Of dealing with an annoying piece of shit like me
You don't have to pretend to like me anymore
It's okay
I don't like me either
Leave me, please
Forget me
Just let me die in peace
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry(n) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. Collection no.2 --very old poems--
