Don't worry.
I'm not worth your tears.
I'm so ignorant.
Leave me with my fears
On my own.What's your point?
Don't be such an altruist.
I'm so lonely
Because I'm an egoist,
But not you.Don't have to listen
To how my feelings flow.
You're so precious.
But I can lose control
Of my mind.You need to hurry
And be ready to run.
Please don't worry.
I'm gonna be alright,
I promise.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov