I keep giving out pieces of myself
And in the end I feel nothing, but regret
'Cause when I show affection
When I show people how much I care
They mistake it for attention.
And it doesn't matter how much I cry
It doesn't matter how hard I try
It seems I ruin everything just for a taste of love
I destroy everything just for a taste of hope
So I would rather be alone, by myself
Instead of being lonely, with someone else.
I would rather stay in my personal shell
Talking with my imaginary friends
About things only them can understand
While drinking empty cups of tea in bed.
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PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
