Sometimes,
I feel so alone,
Like it's hard to breathe.
And it doesn't really matter
How many people I'm around.
Sometimes,
I just don't know how to help you
And I'm doing research
But it's just so hard.
Sometimes,
I feel like something has changed
We don't talk as much
And there's no enthusiasm behind it.
It's almost like,
you'd rather be anywhere than with me.
Sometimes
I feel like,
I love you's are scarcer
Like I always say it first
And you say it back,
Not because you feel the same
But because you have to
In order,
To not hurt me.
Sometimes,
I remember when you'd tell me
That seeing me in pain would hurt you.
But now,
It doesn't feel the same.
Please,
If you don't feel the same,
If you don't want this,
Walk away.
I'll mend my heart
I've always mended my heart.
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I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down
PoesíaThis is a place to vent my emotions. I post it because I want people feel like they can reach out. I don't post it on here for sympathy. If you do get something from this then I applaud you. It gets better I swear Warning: depressing content
