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Aug 2017
I know I'm easy to get sick of, but do people always have to make me cry?
I know I'm overly sensitive and fragile, but it's not my fault.
I often wonder why people can't be sensitive, it's as if it would **** them.
I'm left, alone, crying myself to sleep.
I'm always forced to ask the question, "why does the one I love the most hurt me?"
Was it on purpose? Or was it a moments mistake?
If I died, just faded away would it hurt you? Would you regret what you had said?
Cause I think that way, I'm careful with the words I say.
But you refuse to dig deeper and then just leave, I question what I mean to you, you know what you mean to me, it's fine.
I'll sleep, and I won't bother you until you want me.
Written by
Nyk  FTM/Toledo
(FTM/Toledo)   
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   Nico Julleza
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