I'm the one they always point fingers at,
They say
You only use me but you're never there for me.What?
Use me or use you?
I listen to you rant about shit
I make sure you don't feel left out
I make sure i listen to youBut what I get?
Getting cut off when I wanna say something?
Being shut out cuz you need me?
I don't matter do i?I wish I wasn't so damn naive
Thinking everyone is good
They wouldn't do anything
But they do exactly that
Come in your life
Ruin you
And leave as if it didn't even happen?
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The Power Of Ink
Poetrypoems, words, quotes, thoughts... TW⚠️ Some words might trigger trauma