I'M USED TO IT?
Please don't ask if I'm okay,
I might do something stupid
like open up to you
and I'm really tired of getting close
to people and watching them
leave me like I'm nothing
But thats okay because
I'm used to it
I'm used to people leaving
I'm used to being all alone
I'm used to having no one
so just go, leave
I'm used to it,
anyway.
This poem is about:
Me