The Worst Part

It takes so much for one not to shed
the tears of loneliness
But when it is all too much
there's nothing to do.

I realized if it was to be over now,
You'd be just fine without my presence

You'd be surrounded by the ones who admire and cherish you

In the other hand I would be
just an empty room
with a path made of salty drops of water

A sob after a drop
A drop before a sob

I'm the loneliest it gets

All i ask is that
do not forget

none cherish or admire
you more than this lonely one.

the disposable one.