I don't wish to sleep as I seem to wast time
I want to leave already as to escape this pressure but two weeks
I have two weeks to look my friends in the eyes for the last time — for awhile at least
The pain drags on and I wonder if I should just run away
It seems some don't even want to see me before I leave,
I know I come back in due time but for months— years
I will be missing you, will you feel the same or am I simply replaceable?
Where I'm going I don't speak the language, it's a good experience right?
I get to learn new, experience new, live new
I don't wish for new
I really don't
please understand, I will follow but I do not wish for new
YOU ARE READING
Fuck You, Nicely
PoetryOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
