I'm happy with you
Yet you don't see
That I overthink to much to the point that I'm unhappy
I can deal with the fact that loneliness is me
I can accept that sex is all I'll ever be to a man in need
But deep I want a guy to take me out on dates
But how can I believe you love me
When I'm driven with self hate
So forgive me if I lie to everyone
About who we are
You're the closest thing to a boyfriend I have
And I'll lie to cover up the emotional scars
ESTÁ A LER
Hidden Pride
PoesiaYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
