"Worn-out"
Even the friends that I think of as a family
Doesn't seem to give me an inch of importance just how I did
More on I'm just an option to somebody
A waiting list it is
A listener to their problems
But just a nuisance for them if I'm the one who needs them
I thought I'm a person that can be a good friend
But I'm sad to know that I'm not for them
Just an option that doesn't seem an option
Just a person they needed when they're alone
Abandon me then if they're happy
Then forgets me after they used me
I'm just hurt to trust again
Too hurt to share my pains
A past I wanted to forgot
Comes back and hurts me
My so-called friends who laugh face-to-face
But talks ill when I'm away
Do I deserve to be treated like this?
I'm just trying my best not to cry in front of their faces
Crying silently in a dark, four corner room is my thing
Acts different if someone barges in
I don't need their pity, even their plastic smile I don't want them
I want to go back to my old self
Myself who's isolated from people who will just used me
The old me who's strong enough to face the world alone
Allow nobody to reaches their right hand while holding a sword on their left hand to stab me
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poems
PoesiaSometimes words doesn't need to be spoken nor to be expressed physically but can also be done through writing. A lot of person can be secretive, most of them are hideous and introverted. Language: Filipino/English
