I feel like pluto
far into the abyss of the universe I lurk, with no one around for lightyears.
except, unlike pluto, it's my fault I'm no longer at planet status-
that is to say, if I ever was in the first place.
I grew tired of only having conversations that I started, only hanging out with friends when I initiated, so I stopped.
and yes, they asked to hangout sometimes- very few times.
but once you decide to stop being the only one that cares, there's no one left to care-
so now all my friendships consist of snapchat streaks and a goodnight to the closest planet.
I chose this life, but sometimes I wish I had people.
not like my sister, or my cousin- because they have to love me and while I'm grateful there is a hole.
it feels like no matter what I do, unless they have to see me, unless they are forced to love me by blood ties, no one does.
sometimes i deal with it or sometimes, on nights like these, I cry until my tears run dry.
I ache deeply in the pit of my chest and dream of galaxies of friends, of bright suns to light up my dark mind-
I should be okay alone, and sometimes I am.
but I am not friends with the person in the mirror, and the person behind my eyes wants me dead.
it may not be healthy to rely on others but i really don't have much else.
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poems for the dead
Poetrywritings I suppose- mostly a vent, but only ghosts even listen so idk- also sry fer bein so angsty im just constantly sad for invalid reasons general trigger warning for the whole thing bc I forget in some chapters,, most of these are sad and may or...
