Poems

Talk About Your Problems.

Yeah, I wrote like a billion (okay, four) poems about this person, but that isn't all I am gonna do XD

Hidden

Beaten

Pushed away.

Well, that's all you ever say.

My sympathy is gone.

I'm done.

Were through.

Then it happens all again.

You come.

You cry.

I pity you.

Were friends, I know.

I listen to you.

But apparently,

my problems don't matter to.

You used to say,

I cared only of me,

And now I hope you realize,

the selfish one,

is you.