I feel as though it is eating away at my soul.
I don't feel happy anymore.
I feel like nobody truly likes me.
They just put up with me.
People hate me.
I'm the one left behind me.
I'm that friend.
The one who walks behind on a narrow sidewalk or staircase.
The one that gets talked over.
The on that's forgotten.
The one that's not invited.
The one who is ignore.
I'm the friend that doesn't matter.
I hate it.
I hate myself.
I'm sorry.
I know you don't care.
Don't pretend.
I feel that people don't care.
That's just how it goes.
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My Poetry
ПоэзияA book filled with the essence of my thoughts, my soul, and myself. Feel free to share, but please, credit. If you don't like it. Don't read it. ❕⚫❗May Contain Trigger Content❗⚫❕
