honestly, why do i even try?
why do i care?
why do i cry?
why do i complain?
to be honest, all of these things i have done
have no meaning
after death,
but why do i still do them?
why do i care for you so much?
why do i try so hard for you?
why do i complain for you?
why do i cry for you, begging you to come back?
why?
please tell me honestly, _______.
why must you do this to me?
YOU ARE READING
ugh.
Poetryif you don't want to listen to poems (mostly rants though), then it's okay. i just want people to know how i'm feeling right now. (also warning: some poems may be really depressing, but i am NOT depressed.)
