Hey I'm sorry
I've been shitty
And you think I'm asking for pity
Can't you see that I've been struggling?
That I've been begging for help and it's just keeps killing me?
Of course you can't
I leaned how to fake it pretty well
Lots of things I don't tell
It was supposed to be ride or die
But now you're out there
And can't hear me cry
Forgive this shitty rhymes of mine
And call me, as usual, at nine.
YOU ARE READING
Between The Lines
PoetryThese are just poems. I'm a Beginner Hey! Between the lines, is literally my own form of therapy. A way that I can say anything without the weight on my shoulders. I don't expect it to touch your hearts, but if it does, well I would be happy. This r...
