They try to ask what's wrong,
But I've known all along,
They don't care about little me,
As long as they can always roam free.
Free from all my troubles and worry,
Don't go. Come back, please hurry.
You can pretend. Just for tonight.
Pretend you care. Pretend I'm alright.
Be a good friend. Just for today.
Even though I'll never, ever be okay.
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PuisiI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
