I Am Nothing - Poem by brittney brooke
i am nothing but the pillo,
on which you rest your head.
nothing but the comforter,
that protects you from the cold.
nothing but a friend,
that you can have to hold.
nothing but the one,
whos always ther to catch your tears.
nothing but a lie,
which you have made bigger.
it seems like i am only here to comfort you,
in this relationship built on lies and anger.
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