You

A Poem

By Alanna KornelsenPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read

I am so alone

But I think it is best this way

So I will never hurt you

I can not hurt you again

I can not hurt me

Departing situations addressed

I hope you understand

My feelings a mess

I am not doing well

But you can not see me this way

I am toxic

A cloud of sadness

No rays in sight

Only darkness

Fear

You do not need this

You do not need me

You never will

And even if you would

You should find someone else

Because I am too flawed

For the perfection that is you

heartbreak

About the Creator

Alanna Kornelsen

Young writer driven to make you feel what I feel through the beauty that is poetry, I hope you enjoy my work!

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