I looked out my window
as my mind does its usual travel
From past to past and ultimately in a circle
A circumference of substantial regret
I bit down on my lips
as the bile rushed to my throat
How did I get here empty and full of regrets
Unfortunately I always end up giving my love to those who need it for them
Their own selfish use
my hearts pounds as I listen to the couple quarrel next door
Do they know that they are leading each other to alter doom
How do I get home
Where I am right now is lost, a paper town and I want out
It’s funny how fast hope can be killed,
but I had so much of it, I kept up the pace of giving more as soon as I was shut down
Maybe I should take my own advice, my love, my hope
and just bury them deep within myself
I am tired of being others life force
So what do I answer when that very nosy neighbor ask how are you?
I did look them straight in the eye and say slowly and steady
“I am not fine, I am tired and everyone keeps draining me, they keep sucking my leftovers, I am drained and I am empty”
Then walk into my room and lock the doors behind them
Because really everyone would ask but it’s just courtesy,
no one really cares and they have just their shit to take care of
The whole fucking world is crawling with narcissist and I am their steady feed.
O.H
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