I'm sorry I'm clingy
When my anxiety is at it's worst
When I feel like dying
When my chest feels like it's gonna burst
But if you felt like killing yourself wouldn't you want the people you love to help you
Or would you just like to suffer
In pain, and feel as if you're going die in vain
I'm sorry I was wasting space
And I hope you find another
Cause obviously you don't love me enough to let me hurt, cry, and die inside
Cause I guess you've had enough of her
YOU ARE READING
Colors
PoetryThis is a book in which I color your world. Most likely with blue, in which I take the saddest poems I've ever written and give them to you. Maybe with wonder since the meaning is up to you, maybe with shock after you see what's in store and maybe...
