It really hurts
Somewhere deep in my stomach
When you call me, and tell me that you didn't want to speak to me
Not with your words
But by the way you try to shut down our "conversation"
Because you really called for someone else
That I have mistaken as me
You dont want to hear me
You dont want to know me
You just want to talk to everyone else
As long as that person isn't me
YOU ARE READING
2 am
PoetryTW:// DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM, SOME TALK OF DEATH This book isnt something you'd want to read. I hope it isn't. It's just a piece of my mind shoved onto paper
