I think
The problem
I have
Is that
I love,
Or rather like
The
Idea of you.
Instead of
Loving you
I like the
Thought of you.
While this is
Hard for you
I am
Left here
Trying to sort out
My feelings.
I think
The problem
I have
Is that
I care
Too much
While nobody
Cares at all.
Or
Perhaps
I care
About nothing
While you
Still hold on.
I think
The problem
I have
Is that
I'm alive.
~S~
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PoetryA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
