I want my friends to know
I feel like they dont care
But they wouldn't care
And they wouldn't change
I beg for communication
With a little more emotion
I cry for them
As I wait for a message
I'll never get
"are you okay?"
"do you wanna talk?"
"i saw your story, what's up?"
But instead
"read: 6:17pm"
YOU ARE READING
My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
