not so bad poetry

sorrows/prayers

i stopped telling you about my sorrows
since you never had any prayers left for me

i stopped mending your aches
since you never took care of mine

i stopped telling you my desires
since you had no room for them

i stopped giving you my heart
since you never held it anyways

i try not to care too much about you
since you never show your love

i tried to understand your ways i won't anymore
since you never bothered to look at mine

i stopped loving you
and yet i ache when you stop

i stopped begging for your love
and it feels like a mortal sin

why do your sorrows turn into mine
why is there no room for me in my prayers?