
I never thought they’d all change on me
But as they do, I do…
And I become so insignificant.
Am I f a d i n g?
Degrading into dust
I’ve never been how I’m perceived
I keep striving to become better.
For you. For me.
But things keep changing.
And I fail.
Am I l o s i n g?
This game, I’m sick of playing.
They’re all leaving,
Sick of me too.
I see.
I w i s h for ignorance,
so I can stop pretending
And start believing…
Am I b l i n d?
And I suffer,
clinging until I bleed.
I plea, Don’t l e a v e me.
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