I have no one that cares about me.
I have fake friends that ignore me,
avoiding my existence.
I have empty messages or words that are unsent because no reply will be sent back.
I have me.
The only thing that I still know is there.
All I can do is be me.
If people want to leave then I cannot stop them, why should I stop them if they've decided they don't want me.
You see- the only times people want me is when they're afraid to be alone, or they need a favor, and then all of a sudden they NEED me.
I can't just be the person that doesn't exist
until they want something from me.
I'm sick of being that...
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Drowning Under Humanity
PoetryMy cover may not be pretty, And my insides may be dark, But the poetry that I have within my pages... They tell a story that no one can maintain. It's okay to not be okay, Happiness can be a mask. Sadness can be the water, In a sea that has a st...
