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My chest hurts.

The thought of you leaving me is draining,

So much that I feel as if your love can kill me.

Maybe it's because my heart hurts, and my mind feels like it's physical,

Isn't that why people die from stress?

It's all in the mind, isn't it.

Let me tell you a secret:

You're my favorite person.


But I know you're only happy because of the attention.


Wouldn't all people?

After all, humans thrive off of attention.

Selfishness and ego are human nature,

So don't be ashamed.

But I know you wouldn't be, anyway.


It's hurting me, y'know.

The fact that I'd kill for you,

The fact that I'd die for you,

But also the fact that you will never feel the same.

The fact that you will never love me as much as I love you.

The fact that you don't know how it feels to love someone to the point where leaving them makes everything collapse.


The thought of you leaving...

It feels like my reality... no, my world will ruin me.

It feels like the world is ending,

To the point of death.

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