I am always part of the group
That never says anything at all
I am just sitting there
While I feel like I will fall...
I am always holding things for others
I am their ball of sunshine
Who came to brighten their day
But they still don't want to brighten mine
They only use me
And then throw me away
Like I am some paper
Full of their work
They don't seem to care about me
They just throw this paper away
They don't want to see
How ugly their writting can be
They wrote their story on me
And they threw me away
But I am still there
I will always stay like some forgotten memory
I don't want to be a third wheel
I don't want it anymore
I just want to feel
Something I never felt before
I just stare at them
With a smile.
This feels nice...
Why do I always lie?
But you can't change the past
I am stuck like this now
I guess that I will always be
A stupid little third wheel
YOU ARE READING
In The Soul Of A Broken Heart
PuisiJust some random poetry I wrote while being bored or depressed. 👍 Also cover drawing is not mine. It's from my friend @Emeyya. Highest rankings: 2# in depressedpoetry 1# in brokensoul 14# in brokenheart 3# in randompoetry 6# in deeppoems
