everybody is talking about how bad my poetry is

are they just trying to be nice since my girlfriend broke up with me? not that i don't appreciate it but i mean, when i look at other relationships mine's not so bad

i feel mostly a way that the world exists,
and that i have to be here,
even though i don’t want to be

i feel so limited by the real world that it makes me wish i could live in a world of just text and like, float around somewhere where no one could call me fat or make fun of my voice or something

and those problems i have with controlling my feelings,
how i never act the way i should,
maybe that’ll go away too

it was over, my life, from how she came, the trail behind leaving a wake of some past misconceptions and now it’s like we’re other people, away from all those unsolvable dilemmas myself had wanted to suicide over just some days ago

i have seen worlds from a window,
and having failed to hold them,
i mourn all lost presents and pray for more