"I don't feel important "
"Why do I feel like this?"
So I call you up
Just because I'm feeling lonely
You don't answer me
And leave me alone
So I posted about it
If you're hurting
Then how am I
If you're okay
Then am I going to cry
Why don't I
Miss you
The way that I used to
So why don't I cry
When I ask you why
So you can leave
I can breathe
I'll say goodbye
And post it
On my story status
Such a dark day
And now I'm scared to see your face
A cruel and unusual way
For you to say
That everyday you would pray
But I know that you have oceans
And I know that you've swam seas
And there is a part of you that I've seen
That would scratch and fight and bleed
But do you know what happens behind the screen
When we're always crying forcefully
You didn't let me down
But you ruined their town
So why don't I cry
When I ask you why
And I'm going to leave
So I can step out and breathe
I'll say goodbye
And post it
On my story status
A person doesn't say that
You would prefer that
She wouldn't be the one
So tell me are you done
A person doesn't commit
And scream "God damn it"
You left my life in ruins
Left me with a man who gave me bruises
So why is it my fault that
I prefer somebody different
So why are you gonna cry
You never even said why
And I'm going to leave
Step out just so I can breathe
I'm sorry
Did I offend you
Do you understand what I've been through
I don't even understand
How you can love that man
Who brought you down from your
Power
I'm sorry
Does it offend you
That you don't know what I've been through
I don't even understand
How you can love a terrible man
Who took away all of your
Power
So why should I cry
Just because we said goodbye
Do you think I'm an idiot?
Why are you gonna cry
You never even told me why
And I'm going to leave
So I can finally breathe
Tell my friends finally
And now that I said goodbye
I'm going to post it
On my extended story status
"I love you"
"Thanks?"
YOU ARE READING
purpose
PoetryI started writing this collection about a year ago. In different periods of times I kept writing poem after poem. I was burnt out from the constant writing and the constant pain. I cried almost everyday, I hated who I was, but now I don't. This is a...
