I can't help but feel like you really hate me
you don't ever talk to me anymore
why?
did I do something?
If you never tell me, how am I suposed to get over it?
YOU ARE READING
Words left unsaid
RandomThis little book is my outlet. Words I never said, but wanted to. Because some thoughts are small in size, but miles in meaning.
can't help but feel
I can't help but feel like you really hate me
you don't ever talk to me anymore
why?
did I do something?
If you never tell me, how am I suposed to get over it?