How can I feel loved when you don't show me?
How can I feel wanted if you don't try to make my see?
I struggle through my days,
Plagued with stress and these feelings.
Is this just a phase?
I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling.
Sometimes I think I'm just imagining.
How can I be when you're just snapping?
Do you love me?
Do you care?
Will these feelings last forever,
Do I hope not,
Or do I even dare?
How can you not see my tears?
How can you not hear my cries?
It's like I'm not even here.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
