she hurts
i hurt
stress and concern conglomerate
mold into thought
as pestering as navi
i can't get my thoughts out properly
when i want to say i love you
and i could do so much better
wishing you weren't tormented by the greed
of self-esteem helping and reaction chasing
he doesn't deserve you
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
