I love them so much. I love them more that I love myself.But I can't tell them.
But I won't hide my thoughts, pretended that everything it's okay.
I don't want to bother them.I am so egoist to tell them what my going through, instead talking about their own issues. Because I'm supposed to be the wise friend.
I think I'll never talk about my issues again, so I can never bother them again.
I love them so much, I can do Everything for them.
But not that
I feel like tabbing my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Dear me,
Poetry(Attention des propos choquants, haineux envers moi-même. Mes pensés en transparence.) Je m'appelle Nina et je pense que j'ai besoin d'aide.