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?
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My Feelings
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