Do you even care?
Why don't you see that I'm braking apart?
I hate you.
Because you did first.
You say I'm not the first.
You want to move me.
You only love them.
Am I just another one of you acquaintances?
You leave.
Needing someone now.
Only because I'm unwanted, unloved, suicidal, depressive.
Hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Mind And Matter
PoetryThe mind is a place full of illusions and imaginations and with great thinkers comes a great world.
