Sometimes, I wanna die.
Or better, disappear.
Sometimes I wanna forget who I was, who I am,
and just take off.
I don't know where to yet,
It could be somewhere near my birth town,
or somewhere far from there,
a forgotten land or an abandoned car.
Sometimes I wanna leave everything and everyone behind.
But then I remember:
what's gonna happen to the ones I love?
To my friend,
that can't wait to text me about their crush and their delusions, knowing I love to listen to them.
To my mother,
She's thinking about what to cook for dinner tonight.
To my classmates,
that are waiting for me outside school, while trying to figure out what the exam at first period is about.
To my childhood boyfriend,
He's thinking about me while glancing at that stupid stuffed animal I gifted him long ago.
Maybe I'm underestimating the love I receive.
Maybe sometimes I don't wanna die.
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"NOT SO LITTLE" LITTLE THINGS THAT KEEP ME HERE
PoetryI'm not perfect. Not everyone likes me, and I can't always be easy to love. It doesn't always make me sad. it's what I am. a person. These fragments of thoughts are conceived as what I call "poetry." for you, these might be stories, mirrors, hugs...
