To Love is To lose


This pain is simply unbearable,
I want to be alone,
But then I don’t.
My friends are annoyed by my presents,
Sometimes I think they wish,
That I didn’t exist.
I breathe,
Simply because that’s how I was made,
And It’s how I must live.
Though my chest feels heavy,
Like a thousand pounds,
That pulls me down.
To love is to lose,
Because when you love,
You end up more broken then before.
To the world
I apologize,
For being born.

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