WHY NOT ME?
laughter is such a beautiful sound,
but when i'm not apart of it i feel empty.
especially knowing that i should be.
but why does it mean so much to me?
to be apart of something that i know won't last.
to be apart of a group of these people,
these people who ignore and neglect me.
these people who only include me when they want to laugh at me.
"look at their wrists! so small! hahaha!"
but all i can do is smile.
as if you have your hand around my neck,
i can't speak up.
and as you laugh with what were once my friends i wonder..
why not me?
YOU ARE READING
THE GREY AND THE BROKEN.
Poesíagrey clouds fill the sky, broken hearts fill the world. why couldn't we be happy?
