I'm sorry I left.
I'm not.
I wanted to be a part of something,
To feel like I belonged.
But I don't,
So that's okay.
I'm not jealous,
Or rather, I try not to be.
But I built this little world of mine,
And you built yours.
We were never meant to meet.
We shouldn't have.
And yet, here we are.
Here we are, tearing apart,
Crying, screaming, fighting,
But never truthfully.
I wanted to be something more,
You made me something less.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
I must remain strong,
So I cover myself in illusions.
People cannot know
How much I truly hurt.
Rather, I flee to the silence
Where I can truly be at peace.
I am afraid.
That if I show my true colours,
People won't accept.
The same people that caused this pain.
But the truth is,
My real colours are far much worse.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC