I m sorry that I talk

I'm sorry
I exist in your life.
My sorrow's
Ruining me. Like a knife
Every word that I hear
Feels. I've had enough.
I'm filled with fear.

I wanna be
More than friends.
Are we actually friends?
I don't know...

You keep telling me
'It's OK, just move on!'
But you don't even know –
Every my word – it's you!
Who I love, who I want...

Am I friend to you?
Or just pesky stranger
Who keeps chatting
With you...

And my
Trashy mouth
Keeps talking and talking.
And my words are
So garbage.