She told me all of her misery
I could feel it by her words
But I couldn't help either
Cause I was bleedingBut truth was I was tired
Of hearing all of her pains
Does that make me selfish?
Yes! Maybe it doesWas I really tired because I cared less
No! I was tired because I couldn't help
she needed my help
But I lacked the facilitiesShe needed words to lean on
But my hands failed me
All I could give to her
Were emojis I couldn't even explainThat alone
Tore me into piecesDedicated to okpo
_Mareeyah✍️
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Poetry𝐸𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠༒︎