Trigger: self doubt.'
In the end you'll sacrifice me
And think I'm boring
Discarded because I was no longer
Making you laugh
In the end we'll go seperate ways
Because we simply found better people
Because the paths we walk are different
In the end you'll miss me
Because the imprint I made on you
Is deeper than the one you made on me
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
