Everyone is slowly leaving me
You will too. There's nothing stopping you.
They meant the world to me. Yet I wasn't theirs to them.
I wish I knew what made you leave.
Maybe then I could stop and you could breathe.
They're all slowly leaving.
You probably will too.
Sure, the thought makes me sick and blue.
But I'm not stopping you. I was never enough.
So what makes me enough for you?
Did you lower your standards?
Or maybe it's because you're in shards?
Like me. But then I could break you even more
Maybe it would be safer
If you left me too.
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Poems of life
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote at 1am out of boredom. Most of which are sad or depressing, but they're filled with meaning. If you understand these poems because of personal experience, I'm sorry you do.
