It's like I'm talking to a wall
with everyone I'm texting.
Hell, I'm not even able to hold a conversation
but I know you're texting other people
guess I'm just not one that matters.
And I try to be there for everyone
but more and more people keep leaving
causing me to rethink my whole existence
knowing I'm not anyone's first choice,
hell I'm not even a second..
I wonder what it feels like for someone to stay.
Wonder what it feels like
to actually have someone
to call home at the end of the night.
Yet here I am sitting and typing,
finding the only comfort
with the voices in my head.
Finding myself holding
hands with the darkness
when all I want is to be more than what I am.
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During The Pandemic (Poetry)
PoetryIt's been hard. Especially with COVID running in the air. Here's what I've written.
