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The Worst Part

A Poem

By Sara WilsonPublished 7 days ago Updated 7 days ago 2 min read
The Worst Part
Photo by Ruan Richard Rodrigues on Unsplash

I was born with an open heart that gives

but I was forced to walk away.

There are more important things to do

than convincing somebody to stay.

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So, every time I think about it...

The times I allow myself to care...

I tuck it away. Don't let it show.

Giving my all seems incredibly unfair.

🧸

I gave. You took. A cycle on repeat.

I have nothing left. There is no more.

You gave just enough effort to give me hope.

But left me emptier than I ever was before.

🧸

I had to break and figure it all out.

What I want versus what I need.

I wanted us to stay. To try...

but I know where that road would lead.

🧸

I know I was good at understanding...

that's the worst part of it all.

To have a genuine heart that wants to give

and have to convince it not to fall.

🧸

There were times it was too hard.

I forgot and fell hard to the ground.

I felt it hit me, I lost my breath...

I was screaming but you never heard a sound.

🧸

You couldn't be bothered with any effort.

Every time you spoke, you lied.

You said you would never give up...

but somehow, I'm the only one who tried.

🧸

So, I stopped trying to inspire.

I stopped pretending I wasn't broken.

I stopped pretending I could be what you need.

Stopped pretending I was ever more than your token.

🧸

Because I'm afraid of it. Genuinely.

Of who I would become if I did all you said.

I was born with a heart that only knows how to give...

but never shown how to speak the thoughts in my own head.

🧸

I think that's the worst part about it

realizing I was just a pawn in someone's game.

A life I never chose or asked for...

and I don't think I'll ever be the same.

🧸

Or maybe... the worst part is that you don't consider

how many times you actually made me cry.

The way you looked at me... the words you said.

Before I finally had enough and said goodbye.

🧸

So, maybe I do ruin everything.

Maybe we were better in my head.

Maybe I'm better off alone...

Being just the orphan instead.

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About the Creator

Sara Wilson

I love Ugly Things.

I try and be active AND interactive.

I write... whatever I feel.

Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

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  • Aarsh Malikabout 3 hours ago

    The honesty here is powerful especially the idea of being good at understanding and having to fight your own heart. That line really stayed with me.

  • Tiffany Gordon4 days ago

    Fabulous writing Sara! Heartfelt & powerful! Thx 4 sharing! 💪🏾💕

  • Imola Tóth5 days ago

    How do you know when a narcissist lies? They mouth is moving. Jokes aside, I'm so heartbroken when I read poems like this because I can relate too much and there's way too many people who had to go through such things, and no one deserves it. And we're here, writing about our pain years after it happened and they probably don't even remember our names... I hope writing it our brings you healing🥰

  • Tanya Lei6 days ago

    "There are more important things to do/than convincing somebody to stay" YES, let them go and create something better without them 🥰 Sometimes it does feel like all would be better alone

  • Antoni De'Leon7 days ago

    So sad and heartfelt emotions. May the new year be kinder to hearts everywhere,

  • Lamar Wiggins7 days ago

    Your rhymes always flow with ease. This was a tough one but needed to be said. For all its worth, Happy New Year, Sara! Hoping it's the best for all of us!

  • Gosh this broke my heart so much. But it's always better to be alone than be with someone like this. Loved your poem!

  • I really admire that in your bio you share that you write whatever you feel. Emotion is still in style. This is a great piece, Sara :)

  • Sandy Gillman7 days ago

    “You gave just enough effort to give me hope” is heartbreaking. Those last lines feel resigned, and that makes it fell even sadder. Great work as always.

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