You help me through when times are tough
I feel like I don't thank you enough
You help me so much that I can't see
The problems you face are the same as me
You suffer and suffer day after day
You wish your problems would wither away
But I'm too selfish thinking of my problems
I can't see when your depression blossoms
I feel so guilty and bad that I can't see
All the problems you face and you want to be free
I'm so selfish and oblivious
And I feel like I'm an idiot
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Drip Drop
PoetryThe liquid goes drip drop ~A series of short poems- Highest Ranking: #99 in poetry
