I open up to you about how I feel.
What do you do.
After you have been begging me for months on end.
Trying to get me to speak.
After months of you asking the same questions.
"Why are you so sad?"
"What's wrong"
"Please tell me, I can help you"
I finally say what's wrong.
I say what I feel.
And you push me away.
"Attention seeker"
"You're not the only one with problems."
Yes I know. I'm not the only one going through problems.
I guess this is why I never said anything in the first place.
YOU ARE READING
Poems. My storys into words.
PoesiaMy poems. I'm not a professional, pretty far from it, these are really just my thoughts put into words.
