i don't want pity
or empathy
i just want someone to know i'm suffering
i just want someone to know i cry myself to sleep
and think about the world ending
wishing it would
wishing i would
if someone just knew
i think i'd feel a little less lonely
maybe then i'd make it through the night
YOU ARE READING
The Art of Living
Poetryjust thoughts and poems and stuff that get progressively more depressing lol. needed a space to release all this instead of holding it in
