There are a whole bunch of craving holes
Inside of my soul.
Dug by the ones I loved the most.
I will lie if I tell you
I am happy about all the things you have achieved
By just living, just snapping with your finger.
Call me narcistic, egoistic
But in fact, I am not happy
To see you living your life forgetting that
I ever existed in it
While you want me to cheer for you
I am suffering.
But who would care?
Nobody seems to know me enough
To notice my sorrow.
Because I was the one who knew
All of your facets,
The only one to care.
No, I am not happy.
You make me feel lonely again.
On a level I would never have imagined
To get to ever again.
Thank you for your ignorance.
But I beg you not to bend my knees
And please you with my smile.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Facets Faces
PoesíaTrue art comes from your inner self. This collection of modern poetry contains truth, fiction, emotions, and all of the beauty we forget to notice around us. You will find older poems that you will probably know from my Poetry Collection but also pl...
