I can't take it.
I'm so tired of the shit.
Don't take away what little happiness I have left,
And leave me with a hole in my chest.
What do I have to do to make you go away?
Just please let him stay!
I don't want to be alone!
I'm tired of doing things on my own.
Is that so bad?
Do you like that I'm sad?
I'm not asking for much,
It's free, and will always be such.
What I'm asking is small,
Not looking to brawl,
Don't start a fight,
For it will keep us all up at night.
Know that I love him,
So just once, let me win.
He loves me, too,
None of this is new.
Okay?
Okay.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Through Oblivion
Poetry"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
