When did I stop,
Being a person,
And become a problem?
I'm an unfixable thing,
Glass obliterated into a million pieces,
A mistake that you can't take back.
Because I'm not just a number,
The first, second or the third,
I'm human.
You taught me what it's like,
To be less than nothing,
And less than unwanted.
Your voice doesn't sound,
Like it used to,
It was like a thousand beautiful lies lost in time.
You don't look at me the same,
Avoiding my eyes with hollow lies,
And promises that you're doing okay.
You keep on trying to erase me,
Like I'm steam on a glass window,
Something people will forget.
But I guess that I'm easy to forget,
Even though we often don't forget the things,
That we regret the most.
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I know that the last thing that people need now is sad poetry and I feel like my poems are now becoming rather repetitive, but I guess it's hard to not let my mind wander. Of course it doesn't help that it's raining 24/7 where I live (welcome to British summer lol).
-(4th of July 2020)
Also, happy Independence Day! Xx
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