Dear Diary,
Will someone tell me,
what is it?
what is it that is driving people away from me?
it's like i'm the ant spray in a world full of ants
Nobody's gonna speak up
nobody can tell me what the problem is
i speak up
and they still can't tell me what the problem is
it's all fake, it really is, remember how it was with me?
i know deep down in my heart no one could ever be a friend like me.
The sacrifices I made and the blood that was shed
You just threw it out the window and now leave me on read
maybe read would be better, it's more like 23 hours delivered.
but thank goodness you kept the streak right. because that would be the end of the world.
is that seriously the kind of people i want in my life?
people who don't fight to stay?
people who don't reach out to me often?
people who ignore my existence
but will praise it when they have no one else.
how ironic.
this poem is kinda all over the place
but it's exactly how i feel
i'm tired of playing this chase
so goodbye friends it's been real.
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
