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Aug 2013
I'm getting ahead of myself I know.
I'm sorry, but that's how it happens.
My mind is a bunch of mumbled up thoughts,
But is that really my fault?
Well to you everything is my fault.
I forgot.
I forgot that you don't care.
I forgot that you have things to do. Better things.
I forgot that I'm not good enough for you.
I forgot that this is dragging you down too.
I forgot that this is too much for you to handle.
I forgot that you don't understand.
I forgot that you don't care what happens.
I forgot that to you, I'm over exaggerating.
Well I really have to admit something.
I didn't forget.
I couldn't.
Everything you said burned into my skin,
Burned into my thoughts.
It went so deep, your thoughts became mine.
Soon i began to realize.
I realized that I am over exaggerating.
I realized that I'm not good enough.
I realized that I am a burden.
I realized that no one cares.
And most importantly,
I realized that I'm done.
Nikki
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Nikki  Virginia
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