„Your life is easier"
That's what they tell me, when i talk about him again.
Why is life always like a competition?
This shit makes me sick.
My life is easier?
Tell me, how do you know?
I sit here again, alone and separately at my own Party.
I hear them shouting my name, missing me.
But i know, if i would come back, nobody would care.
So i stay here on this park bench.
Tears running down my face.
Thinking about him.
Again.
Feels like he's stuck in my head.
How could he forget me this fast?
But don't say a word about him.
Because "your life is easier"
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thoughts about him
De TodoI am a overthinker, i think much, way too much. Most of the time right now i overthink what i do and what he is doing. So i thought i should write that down. So here are just some thoughts about this boy. It's in form of poetry slam. They are all co...
