You're here, but you're not here.
You're talking to me,
But it feels like you're talking to someone else.
You're happy,
But I haven't talked to you the entire day.
What made you happy?
You're here, but you're not here.
You're like a ghost.
Or a friend....
Like all of my other friends,
They come.
And they go.
They stay,
And then they leave.
I keep worrying that maybe you're.....
With somebody else...
That I've done something wrong.
Do I not make you happy?
You're a different person on here.
Then on the other thing.
You fly away randomly.
With no explanation or warning.
Do you not like me anymore?
Because you're like a GHOST.
Coming and going.
Flying away.
A myth.
Or legend.
You never know if it's true or not.
I know you have a life,
But I still see the difference.
I almost feel like we are at
Where we started again.
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Poems
PoesíaPoems based on depression. Sometimes based on my emotions. And current events. But generally they aren't.