envy burns:
i watch them live in a world ill never touch—
everything they have,
everything i wanted,
but never got.
their smiles, so easy,
their lives, so perfect,
and i sit here, aching,
burning with envy that eats me alive.
its not fair.
how is it fair?
they get the love, the peace, the happiness,
while i drown in silence,
alone with the weight of what ill never have.
i want to scream,
tear the air with my rage,
cry until the world understands this ache—
but i cant.
because then, im the ungrateful one.
i want to love them,
but how can I?
how can i love the ones who glide through life
while im stuck crawling,
begging for scraps of what they take for granted?
its torture,
seeing them breathe so easily,
watching them live,
when i cant even find my way to feeling whole.
and it tears at me,
every perfect piece of their lives like a knife
twisting in the pit of my soul.
i want it to stop.
i want the envy to end.
i want to scream at them,
hate them for how easy it is for them—
but its not even hate.
its hunger.
hunger for a life ill never get,
a love ill never feel.
i want it all to stop.
i want them gone.
i want to be gone,
because i cant stand this anymore—
the burning, the longing,
the torture of seeing them
when im stuck here, empty.
its not fair.
its never been fair.
and i cant breathe for the rage
choking me from the inside out.
but theyll never know this feeling.
theyll never know just how much envy burns.
and i hate them most of all for that.
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Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
