Broken

A poem.

Tasha Lane
Nov 6 · 1 min read
Photo by Kyle Broad on Unsplash

I always reach out.

My hand gets slapped away.

This friendship isn’t worth it.

The long silences.

The messages left on read.

The constant rejection stings.

One sided effort.

It’s time to move on.

Seems I’m better off alone.

I do wish you well.

No ill feelings. But I will

just wonder what I did wrong.

Tasha Lane

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Avid reader & writer. Chronic illness sufferer. Social anxiety & depression. I write stories about my life. tasha.substack.com

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