It hurts.
But I'm doing it because I care
It hurts.
That I know you won't see me with you next year
It hurts.
That you probably don't even think about me.
It hurts.
That you can't see things the way I see.
It hurts.
That you say you care.
It hurts
That that's as much as you say
Because I already know that I'm not the one you love at the end of the day.
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...
