And there we have it:
My fear of not being good enough.
Of not being worthy to be loved.
Of being replaced by someone else.
Of being left alone.
It's just always been like that for me.
Sooner or later, people I cared about just disappeared from my life, without a trace.
Like it didn't matter.
Like I didn't matter.
YOU ARE READING
what I never told you
PoetryThere are things we leave unsaid. Thoughts we never want to say out loud. But that doesn't mean they don't cross our minds.
