The Tired Writings of a Shy Optimist // Poetry

Holes & Hurt

To the people i've hurt:
I was hurting myself
I was falling down into a hole,
deep,
deep,
down,
and I didn't see the water at the bottom.
And now,
you look at me,
and think of me,
with disgust and regret,
and I the same.
But there's a reason my old friends don't talk to me.
There's a reason why I'm almost completely alone-
it's because I wait
for people to care
and expect them to notice,
expected them to notice,
that something was really wrong.
and,
they didn't.
And I,
lost them,
and lost myself.
a piece of myself.
every time.