Will this torture ever end?.
We're we ever friends?
I always find myself asking for something you will never give.
A waiting game...
Why do I care so much ?;when you don't care enough.
I really need to get back to loving me and befriending me.
Lost sight of my whole purpose;I'm the clown and you the whole circus.
A waiting game.
This is lame and petty. Why waste my time if you were never ready?.
A waiting game.
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From A Dark Place
PoetryShort Poems from dark times. Sometimes I feel like I can't talk to anyone about what I'm going through mentally ; but I will use this new project as a healing process because this seems to be the only way I can get through this.
