Why do I have to put up with this?Everyone, all of them, they don't suffer like me.
Why did this happen?
Do I deserve it?
Maybe.
Other people, they're happy with their lives.
I wish my life could be like theirs.
Their lives are perfect.
Not like mine.
•••
They always stare at me.
I don't know why.
I want to know but they won't tell me.
They say everything's fine.
I believe them.
But nowadays they act wierd.
Like they don't know me.
Like they don't want to know me.
I want to know why.
But they never tell.
•••
I'm broken.
I know I am.
But no one cares.
They ask me if I'm fine.
I say I am.
But I'm not.
'It's okay' I thought, 'they don't mean it anyways'
But sometimes, I wish they would.
•••
Why do I feel hurt?
Hurt that you left me.
You left me alone.
I didn't have anyone.
Only you could understand me.
You knew everything.
But you threw it all away.
I believed one day you will come back.
You said you will.
But you never did.
•••
Why don't you love me?
Why do I love you?
I need you.
I really do.
But it wasn't like that.
You thought I thought of you as a friend.
You know what?
I never did.
•••
It still hurts.
I wish this will all end.
I wish you will come back.
If you do, everything will be okay.
Please come back.
I miss you.
I needed you.
I loved you.
But why don't you come back?
I don't know why.
I wished I did.
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melancholy - collection of poems
Poetrymelancholy; a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.