Would you ever like me
If I told you that I'm sick
Not the normal kind
The one that isn't physical
Would you ever look at me
The way I want you to
If you knew that beneath all those clothes
Is a bony, scar stained body
And would you still be my friend
After I tell you of all my pain
Or will I become a worthless burden
That's not worth carrying?
And I don't ask for more
Just at least talk to me once in a while
Just as long as I know
That I'm at least worth something to you.
YOU ARE READING
When they don't understand (poems)
Thơ ca"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
