pure poetry

I’m Unfortunate

I’m unfortunate to miss you
Depression, paranoia, loneliness
Exaggeration of what I feel
It makes my mind wander
“Compose yourself,” I told myself
“I can’t,” I replied
You’re not worth it
I’m not worth it
People asks me, “Are you okay?”
I denied and said, “Yes”
The surface is just the surface

I’m unfortunate to be attached

The Daily Post: Surface

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