I know,
I know that you don't want to hear from me,
And that you don't want me in your life anymore,
And you don't care about me and don't love me anymore but I care.
When you disrespect me and think that it's okay because your friends find it funny,
Or because we aren't close anymore,
That hurts.
I was once on your team,
We supported each other,
I would have given my life for just a day extra of yours,
But you wouldn't have even walked through a puddle to save me from drowning.
And it's hard,
It's hard to come to terms with that because you were my person,
My people,
My home,
And now you are simply a stranger that likes to throw stuff at me for amusement.
And that a portion of my life was a lie because I thought you cared.
And as much as I try not to,
And know that I shouldn't.
I still care.
YOU ARE READING
Personification
Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
