Alive, but dead.
Head - a mess.
No way to hide,
from the chaos inside.
Found home in a person,
and now I'm homeless.
It's easy they said-
just cut her off.
But oh how bittersweet
her toxicity is.
Should let her go,
for I don't deserve this.
Let her go-
but where else do I go?
Life - a mess.
Heart in shreds.
Reminiscing only brings immense pain,
so why can't I stop?
She doesn't care.
I'm addicted to-
the smile she wears.
Oh how I feel when
she calls her "mine".
Happy I was,
so why can't I smile?
~si
This piece is about my ex-best friend who was way too toxic to be near, but even though it was all selfish from her part; I still cared enough to hurt myself while fixing her broken self.
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