I suck at this
I suck at being affectionate
And when I try
I wanna cry
My love is a joke
An embarrassment
I'm not good at love
Not sure I believe
I want a relationship
But probably wont receive it
Every ounce of me is saying stop give it up
But I can't
There's no explanation
It's just because
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears 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!
