Why didn't I lie
and say I was fine?
I do it all the time.
I didn't want help,
so why did I ask?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
Regret
Why didn't I lie
and say I was fine?
I do it all the time.
I didn't want help,
so why did I ask?