This is stressing me
Are you testing me
Do you think less of me
I'm a mess you see
To a certain degree
I'm crying in pain
Walking these halls blindly
Calling out your name
I feel dirty
I feel grimy
So sorry we ended in flames
I don't know what you're doing
Or if you remember my name
I don't know if you still love me
Or if I've crossed your brain
I'm sorry for being insecure
I'm sorry for the negativity
I'm sorry for being unsure
Because together should've been you and I
You and I should've stayed as a we
Every night I sing to the sky
I'm sorry you're not with me
YOU ARE READING
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!
