I was never okay.
And you never noticed.
I would always look down
And I never focused.
There were so many signs,
That I was feeling blue.
But the only thing you care about
Is you and only you.
When you were upset,
I was by your side.
But you never did the same.
Even when I cried.
But it's whatever now;
Now that I'm dead.
You heard the news.
I was in your head.
You sobbed and sobbed.
You felt regret.
The way you treated me
Is something you'll never forget.
YOU ARE READING
//T H O U G H T S .//
Poetry"When we have second thoughts about something, our first thoughts don't seem like thoughts at all - just feelings." -Sydney J. Harris ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
