This is not where I belong.
You never notice me,
hell,
who ever notices me anymore?
Did you hear a word I said?
No.
Of course not.
You're too busy being stuck in your ways.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
But if you don't miss me,
then I was right all along.
You only said you care so you didn't have to hear me say,
maybe I'm better off dead.
Let's face it.
It's getting harder and harder to hush these voices in my head,
even you have no effect on them anymore.
I'm starting to turn on myself,
just like everyone that promised they'd stay,
promised me I could tell them anything.
Well,
they're all gone now,
left me all alone,
with my demons.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoesieA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
