i never had the chance to say goodbye. i didn't even know she was going to leave leave me here to deal with her problems. it seemed selfish at the moment incompetent rude. i couldn't understand the reason she left like this. i couldn't comprehend it; i was frustrated. why? why'd she have to go without a word? why'd she leave as if to think i'd be okay with this? it always brings me to tears just trying to remember her when i can't. i can't remember how she smiled how she laughed how she talked how she used to be before she became me. the me i am now, today, and forever more. the me that was influenced by those who are insufferable. a selfish, ugly, good for nothing ******* who can barely hold herself together. i want her to come back. i want to be happy again. but what's the point of wanting something that has already ceased to exist?
just my first poem and obviously it's full of teen angst haha