At times like these , I'm like -
Why me?
Why can't I have happy endings ?
Why can't I have a best friend?
Why can't I be his closure?
Why can't I be his home?
Why does everyone leave me ?
Why leave like that?
Why make promises when you can't keep them?
And then every time someone leaves , the hope gets dimmer , darkness consuming me.
YOU ARE READING
TRUTHS I KNOW FOR SURE
PoetryBOOK WRITTEN OUT OF FRUSTRATION . THIS IS LIKE A JOURNAL WHICH CONTAINS SOME OF THE BITTER TRUTHS I EXPERIENCED AND LEARNED THE HARD WAY. P.S. PLEASE TEXT ME IF YOU CAN RELATE.
