I don’t like being alone,
it scares me.
I wonder what the
world would be like
if I could just disappear,
I wouldn’t be haunted by memories.
I figured the world would go on,
and I did not imagine
how simple my life could’ve been.
I sit at home at night,
and I try not to worry,
but I can’t help myself.
I think about all those mistakes
I made,
how maybe karma,
is telling me otherwise.
I don’t like being alone
I don’t like what it means.
I don’t like being filled with angst
I like being part of a person’s life.
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