I don't understand why.
Why do they continue to pretend?
Why do they say they care?
Why do they help me?
Why do they love me?
Or at least, they say they do.
You swore you weren't upset.
I wanted to believe you.
But you seemed so distant.
You had other things on your mind.
I was keeping you anchored to me.
Because I needed you.
And I thought you'd need me too
But you've found comfort elsewhere.
And I'm still trying to hold onto you.
You don't need me anymore.
And I still don't know why.
YOU ARE READING
~|:|~Poems~|:|~
PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
