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May 2019
I was sitting in this worn-out bed
Crying with weary eyes
In this quiet night,
M heart's howling in pain
Mind's screeching in sadness
Soul filled with loneliness
Ain't I worth it?
In this snug room,
I am nil
Out this box,
Insignificant and frivolous
You've forsaken my love
When I've given you my all
You neglected me for who I am
And left me all alone
Human are hazardous
So am I
Then do I really have to be on one's one?
I am no veracious person,
But I am ought your attention
People are negligent enough,
Humbug and phonies
Today you're my chum,
Tomorrow's a foe
I treated you fairly,
Somehow you've betrayed me
I handled you with care,
Yet you've chosen to break my fragile heart
to whom I used to call 'friend'
fleabag
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fleabag  17/F/je ne sais quoi
(17/F/je ne sais quoi)   
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   Suzy Berlinsky
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