I don't think people want me around.
That I'm a burden.
I am always the person who has to ask them if they want to hangout or come over
It's always me asking
And I'm so tierd of it
Sometimes I think if I didn't answer or pick up a phone or even leave my bed...
Would they notice
Would you notice
Don't answer, you never answer my texts anyways
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Bird-Like Heart
PoetryThis is about my kind of poetry. Feelings emotions, trauma, love, happiness, loss. The world is filled with all of these thing and this is how express it.
