The conversations became noises,
The one's that disturbed you peace.
My voice was like a wall,
That you never wanted to speak with.
Response from you turned from need to desperation.
I was always wanting for you to talk,
And you were always somehow absent.
It was just me talking,
Responding to myself.
And then I was desperate,
To find responses from people.
I was not myself then,
I was like a parasite,
Wasn't I?
Now you may feel I hit the target.
But it hurts to know this,
It hurts to know that it's true.
And that you will never talk to me.
Since you never listened to me.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
