If they only knew,
Or rather have a clue,
That im crying too,
Not just seeing me happy like i always do.
Don't get me wrong,
I wont end this long,
Tread carefully and undersrand this,
That im suffering and i just want to end this.
You never asked me if i'm fine,
You always push me and you're like blind,
Blind enough that you can't see,
That im crying, hurting myself and being stunged by a bee.
BINABASA MO ANG
Poétiques
PoetryA quarter of sadness and depression, A pinch of love, and a bowl of tears.
