ghostrat

it makes me

i'm not jealous, i'm not mad, but to see you happy makes me sad.

i'm not saying i deserve it, i'm not saying you don't, but it makes me sad.

you don't know how much it hurts, how much you hurt.

the way you use people, abuse people, use me, abuse me, it makes me sad.

you don't see, you don't see anything, yet i am blind, it makes me sad

but in the end, i'm just mad at myself, sad at myself, sad with myself,

it makes me sad.

Comments1

  • Echo Seeker

    Wow. I absolutely relate to this poem. Thanks for sharing it!

    • ghostrat

      Thank you but sorry you can relate to this 🙁



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