I thought I knew you.
I thought you liked me.
I knew this was going to happen.
I knew it.
But why am I angry?
I knew this wasn't going to last.
You just waited out the storm.
It would've been best to come clean.
I am tired.
I am drained.
I need to stop feeling this way.
I'm letting you go.
Goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryPoems based on depression. Sometimes based on my emotions. And current events. But generally they aren't.
