"He loves me."
"He loves me not."
The clock just ticks by.
Will I get my answer?
"She loves me."
"She loves me not."
The clock has sense died.
Will I get my answer?
"He loves me."
"He loves me not."
Time passes by.
Will I get my answer?
"She loves me."
"She loves me not."
Time really flies.
And still I have no answer.
YOU ARE READING
What the fucks the point anymore?
Non-FictionThis is a collection of true stories from me and poems that I bother to share. Enjoy I guess. Trigger warning: Depression, Anxiety, Cutting, Broken hearts
