I've come to learn that nothing is permanent.
For several years of my life, I've found myself
Jumping from one stage of life to another
And along the way, I've given my soul
To anyone close to me
Given my all to keep them by my side.
Being good enough will always be a struggle.
No matter how much of myself I give to others
They slip out of my grasp.
People always want too much
Too much, exceeding what I am able to give.
"If I had the world, I'd surely give it to you."
But I don't.
And one by one, they vanish from my life.
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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...
