Did it ever mean anything?
Did the words whispered in secret beneath blankets and arms and hair
Did the playful hugs and kisses and showers shared
Did the gentles touches and exposed skin and intimacy
Did any of that mean anything?
Or was it all just a game?
Was it just a means of satisfying your hunger?
Was I nothing more than the late night text that you would only send when you wanted something - wanted my body?
Was I only yours when it was convenient?
And were you only mine in private?
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Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
