The worst kind of lost - Snivy

[stable coral]

How can I not hate myself
when even the ones I call my best friends—
the ones I love the most,
the ones I’d fight the world for,
the ones I prioritize,
the ones I wanted the most—

all of them…
the ones who made me feel
loved,
valued,
seen,
the ones who made me believe
I had worth—

always end up pushing me away?

How come the people
who made me feel valued
are also the ones
who make me feel the worst?

Isn’t this the worst kind of lost?

[stable coral]

The worst kind of lost - Snivy

[stuck peak]

poems like these are genuinely one of my favorites since i too can relate with it and it just gives me a feeling. there’s no attempt at ornament or metaphor to hide behind, and that nakedness is what makes the ache feel real. the repetition of “the ones…” mimics the way the mind spirals when it’s trying to understand a betrayal that isn’t loud or dramatic but slow and personal. it’s beautiful in a bittersweet way

[stable coral]

thank you so much for the feedback, it means the world to me

this is one of those poems that just mirrors my inner state, hence the straightforwardness. I do enjoy when people can relate to my poems, but also makes me sad to know they're also struggling. I hope both of us can embrace these feelings and move one, know that if you need I am here thank you once again for the feedback

[stuck peak]

sending virtual hugs! i hope we can all heal and make more beautiful pieces likes these!

[stray cradle]

This is really heartfelt, it’s honest...I kinda relate and this hits really hard. It’s raw but really beautiful...love it