Please,
I ask of you to stop talking to me
it's clear that like all the rest,
you're done with me.
You don't come around,
and never do you speak,
and I highly doubt,
you think of me anymore.
It's just so much easier
for me to just go ahead
and come to terms with that fact
that no one wants me anymore.
Because as long as I think
that someone's there for me
even when they're not
I'll keep struggling through this mess.
And I'd rather not have to
if it's no longer necessary...
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Quiet Girl
PoetryThinking hurts Especially when your thoughts Are trying to kill you