What do you see in me?
I am like a falling tree.
Dying quick, but feel so slow,
Guess I didn't really 'grow'
I never got to tell you how
You had nothing to lie about
You didn't have to fib and say,
'I've always liked you anyway'
It's clear as day that you hate me
So can you please just leave me be??
I'd rather be alone and die
So you can just go now, 'goodbye'
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry:') I make poems. I write to let my feelings out and it makes me feel a little bit better. (If you know me in person well.... Please don't read this /-\ )
