you had the life,
the prettier smile,
the brighter eyes,
the better build.
i had feeble compliments
that made me glow,
alive with hope,
swollen with pride.
compliments given so easily,
inaccurately,
haphazardly,
carelessly.
It’s me, I am still here. Tired and alone. Forgetting how much I love to be alive. Lost in this time that refuses to pass as quickly as I need it to, hating this place. *ing I could fade away or drift from here, knowing that I can’t.
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