Why do I even bother
When I know I'm like every other
Why do I even try
When I know you're telling lies.
Why do I think of you every night before I sleep
When I know your love for me doesn't even run that deep.
I guess that's love. Broken and torn I'm still willing to take that leap.
YOU ARE READING
Depression ✔
PoetryThis is just my escape. I'm sorry if this doesn't please you. I wrote all this down on my own then typed it. I apologize to anyone if I have your writing. I made all these up on my own while alone. If it was already published somewhere, I didn't kn...
