It was almost as though the more
You let them in,
the more you lose yourself,
You find yourself being made promises
that they're never able to keep
I'm hard to love,
and easier to hurt,
I oversee the world,
but do you even see me, at all?
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.