people don't talk to me anymore
eventually, I am trash
my help is not help anymore
eventually, I am rash
and I will forget them,
the existence
and some will be forgiven
but the me, the confused me
I do not understand
why I'm always left behind
and a friend was all I ever asked
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Poetic Intersections
PoetryHello, poetry. If you ever visit the website called Hello Poetry, then most of my finished work is published in there, I will leave the link below, https://hellopoetry.com/defeatedsuperhero
