I don’t know what this poem should be named

I wrote this poem for you,

my friend.

where were you,

when I needed you at the most.

you leave me because of him,

you said, you don’t.

but I just knew it.

because of some reasons that I can’t tell.

 

and when the rains come to me,

I stay away from the clouds.

I stay away from everything.

I feel like nobody knew me,

and understand me.

 

it feels like I’m so different

so I’m better alone

and I’m moving on.

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