Issue 1

Poem by Lily
Y O U M A K E M E
F E E L U S E L E S S
How empty must I feel for you to understand
That I’m not a vacation you can just visit,
destroy what you want and never clean up the mess you make.
how sad do I have to become for you to
understand the difference between the ground
you walk on and me.
You present yourself to me like a gift, you force
me to take it because I guess I deserve it.
you don’t knock before you barge in, you just
let yourself in, unannounced and unexpected
and leave me gasping for what little air is
already left.
You come at me like I’m your first priority,
Staying in my life because I guess I like the
Company, the feeling that there’s always
Weight on my shoulders, always a reassurance
That I’m definitely not going to be in a mood
for anything.
You don’t have morals, you steal my happiness
and kill my spirit. You don’t abide by any
common rules or laws, you make your own and
I just have to follow them.
You don’t have morals, you steal my happiness
And kill my spirit. You don’t make your own and
I just have to follow them.
You were never popular, the only “friends” you
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