Will you ask me?
All of the problems I am facing,
The burden I carry
like a bag of trouble.
When will you ask me?
It wears me out to see you unhappy
because I am not happy either.
I might be clumsy and nonchalant;
But do you know if I wish to be?
Will you ask me?
Everytime I wake up,
I feel lost and deserted,
it's saddening you know.
Can you just make me happy sometimes?
When exactly would you freaking ask me about my heartache?
YOU ARE READING
My Feelings
PoetryIt varies Our response to everything, the way you feel about certain things and reasoning too🙂
