I'm drowning.
You know, I love you but you do not love me so I'm fucked up.
I'm at the edge of tears.
And my heart hurts.
I did know that.
And I hate it.
I fucking hate it.
And you love her.
And I love you.
And he loves me.
And someone loves him.
And I hate that.
I'm tired.
I am tired of this shit.
It hurts me.
I'm watching you with her and it hurts me.
Of course she's perfect.
And I'm a creep.
A weirdo like the song says.
But I do not care
Not anymore.
I will not give anyone all of me.
Not anymore.
Because I'm so fucking tired.
Tired of care.
Tired of try.
Tired of give all of me to someone and getting nothing back.
Just pain.
I want to become numb but I can not.
I'm human even if I deny it.
And I hate that.
Osmara N. Villanueva
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Delusion
PoetryAn idiosyncratic belief or impression that is firmly maintained despite being contradicted by what is generally accepted as reality or rational argument, typically a symptom of mental disorder.