Am I... obsessed?
I am, aren't I.
The countless thoughts,
The overflowing thoughts,
The ones where I can't stop thinking about you,
Apparently, to the point of obsession.
My entire life revolves around you,
Your actions,
Your behaviors,
Your love.
You are my favorite person,
But please don't take it as a compliment,
Because since I love you too much,
Since I obsess over you too much,
It's hurting me.
So don't be happy for being my favorite person,
Don't be happy that you're hurting me.
YOU ARE READING
Depressing Poems
PoetryA collection of poems focusing on the topic of depression. TW: Includes topic of depression and self-harm, includes profanity.
