[back to girl's perspective]
to my friends,
I don't know whether to keep you or not.
I don't know if you care or not.
We've had so much fun times.
So much good times.You guys were my escape.
My refuge, my cape.
Dragged me away from darkness.
Removed me from my loneliness.But it wasn't enough.
Nothing was.
You met me broken.
I stayed broken.You found me,
yet I still feel lost.Nothing can fix me.
No one can.Thank you for trying.
But it wasn't enough
nothing was.
YOU ARE READING
Distressed Stars
Poetrydistressed (adj) /dəˈstrest/ -suffering from anxiety, sorrow, or pain. "we are lost stars trying to light up the sky"