While I
Cry
You are
LaughingWhen i Tell you
I am Hurting
You say
I am a JokeI am Broken
I've told you before
That you are the
Reason whyHow many days do i
Have Left?
Maybe a Few you say
I take this to HeartWell you better
Celebrate
Now I am
GoneI can See you
When you
Cry
I knowI can Hear your
Whispers of
Apologies
I knowI can Feel your
Guilt when you
Tell My story of how i left
I knowI can Taste your
Sorrow
When you go to my grave
I knowSo now i ask
Did
You
Care?
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryJust read it It's probably not your thing so be reckless and read the unthinkable and unmentionable #411 in the ranks