I'm holding on
to you,
for you,
but you
couldn't care less.
You don't care
about me.
I'm just here
to fill your awkward silences,
to solve your issues,
but you're taking me
for granted.
Did it ever occur to you,
that I might not be
by your side forever?
Did it ever occur to you,
that I'll become smart enough
to live life independently?
I don't know why
I'm still holding on.
I'm better than this.
YOU ARE READING
|midnight thoughts|
Poetrya collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
