Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

It’s not me, babe — it’s the weight I carry,
Days blur, nights vanish in restless worry.
Chasing a dream that’s still far from sight,
A future I promised, though I’m losing the fight.
You call it carelessness, you call it cold,
But my hands are bleeding, chasing gold.
Your dates and moments, I never meant to forget,
Just drowning in debts and silent regret.
It's not me, babe — it’s the world on my back.


You want words when my chest feels hollow,
A laugh when my nights taste of sorrow.
You think it’s easy to just pause and feel,
When my stomach turns skipping a meal.
Not because you’re not precious to me,
But I can't give you what you need to be free.
I need peace, not another demand,
A soft voice, not a tightening hand.
It’s not me, babe — it’s the storm I’m in.


I’m a youth with a thousand debts to pay,
A man unmade in a world gone grey.
You see neglect — I see survival’s price,
You crave warmth while I sleep on ice.
I don’t need a queen right now, I need a friend,
A heart that listens, a soul to defend.
Less of why didn’t you?, more of how are you?
Not a fight, but a calm to pull me through.
It’s not me, babe — it’s the life I bear.


So don’t make me the villain of your ache,
When it’s the world that makes me break.
I’m sorry for the dates I missed, the words unsaid,
For the love I show in work instead.
If you can’t walk with a man half-whole,
Then leave me now — don’t steal my soul.
I love you, but love right now feels like war,
And I’m too tired to fight anymore.
It’s not me, babe — it’s the battle I’m fighting alone.