"tell her i said i'm sorry for hurting her friend"
I've realised now you know me
you look at me like I am almost fragile
yet I wish you would bully me like you do
I find fun in your insult
even if I sometimes tend to non-stop think about it for weeks and almost break down
its no fun when I can't handle things
you're too considerate
I didn't expect you to change your ways when I talked about it
I don't mind if you're mean
if it means its something directed to me
YOU ARE READING
29AM (revive)
Puisiall my poetry has ceased to exist. from my mind, and from this silly website, so here I go again.
