i pity myself for always
trying to say sorry
when in fact
i shouldn't

THESE ARE FEELINGS OF SHEER PAIN

but then i get afraid
you might leave me

why do i always feel neglected
unspecial
unappreciated

why is it that
you'll just go here when it's convenient for you
what about me
i wanted to see you as often as much
am i allowed to visit you too

sigh

you know what
sometimes
i feel like i'm being used up

AN OXYGEN TANK

giving you relief
when you're in dire need
of support

but see

i'm getting consumed
slowly
silently

one day
when i shall speak none of your name
wonder not

there's just nothing left of me anymore