"They say that it gets better but I guess that was a lie
I guess we all just fake it 'til we die
Sympathy and love we can extend to someone else
But it's harder when you have to love yourself"
it never really seems to get better
and even though i just tried to have it be
a one and done occurence
still can't stop thinking
no matter if i want to or not
at this point
i really do believe i deserve to bleed
ive let myself burn out, regardless of my brightness
and truly
part of me wants to make you happy, make your own well-being stable
but i just know that im not really doing anything in your life, am i?
do i really matter in your life?
if i do, tell me
honestly, really, shoot me a text, a chat, anything
but at the same time
i don't want to relive it all
all i want to know is why i matter to you, is all
and if you really do text me, message me, send me a chat
it atleast shows you care more than 90% of who i know
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
