It's an isolating feeling to realize
That people do not care the same way you do.
I tried to pretend it wasn't true.
It was a reality I refused to acknowledge
But pretending is only a temporary patch
To a sinking boat.
People don't take the time
to dig for the truth under the facade.
They don't take the time to learn
your favorite things by memory
and to always make sure
they receive a birthday text.
They don't put the same thought
into presents making sure it's something
meaningful to show how
you truly care for that person.
I always put effort into caring for others
Because I never got that.
I wanted that level of affection.
I was craving it like a drug.
I still crave it.
I want just an ounce of the love
I show to others.
It is such an addicting feeling.
It takes restraint to not claw at my skin
To try and rid myself of this itch,
this basic human desire.
I cried when I woke up to humankind's
Inability to love the way I love.
I have never felt so lonely
knowing I will never feel my love.
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Escapism
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written throughout my life showing my journey of mental health struggles, unhealthy relationships, my struggle with Christianity, and eventually finding some peace and happiness in my life. Before reading, please n...
