I let you down,
When I don't confide.
I see the small frown,
That you try to hide.
What did you expect?
For what I say to be true?
Is it a lack of respect,
To not place trust in you?
It's just who I am.
I'm not at all truthful.
I don't give a damn.
But you can still be wishful.
It's cruel, I know,
To fuel your hope.
I just feel so low,
You need to hide the rope.
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'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.
