Why You?
Day by day I pass you by,
Yet I receive no attention,
Often asking why
you wreck me,
Make me want to die,
And not someone else,
7 billion of us,
Yet you caught me,
Fake I know plays tricks,
But my heart is something I cannot fix,
Call be my many names,
Maybe it's true though,
my passion can't be killed,
I know myself,
I know my love is real
And even though you cannot feel
as I feel,
I know they're sincere.
It's all good,
And even though I havn't got a clue
I'll tread on,
Regardless on the return,
Far, far, overdue.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.