i wish i didn't matter to anybody
and sometimes i think it's come true
that way, i wouldn't let anyone down
wouldn't have to see anyone around
even if i could listen to everyone all night long
i can't enjoy the sound of all kinds of songs at once
no need to hug all your friends
if you're your only friend
don't tell me about all the things you love
it's all fucked up, your hopes fly like a dove
i think it's time to let go.
and please, don't make me laugh
who're you kidding
when you say I'm worth your time?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
