I wanted to turn around.
When you told me you loved me and would always be here for me.
I wanted to turn around and laugh.
Because really?
You're always here for me? I cried in front of you and showed you my scars and YOU ROLLED YOUR EYES.
You said i was being dramatic
That I'm just another teenager being overwhelmed with my hormones
That i'm making a big deal out of something ... some notion that id made up in my head.
That what i was talking about was something i couldn't understand and that i couldn't even fathom the truth behind what it actually feels like... because i have everything and that me talking about it with you was disgusting and selfish.
And i want to laugh and scream and cry and hit you and let you hold me but i cant because you'll tell me I'm disgusting.....
..that i cant possibly be depressed.
So stop giving me worried glances
Stop asking if I'm okay
Because i will turn around and laugh
And why wouldn't i laugh
After all i do have everything.
M.M
YOU ARE READING
Silent as my screams
PoetryThings I could never say, thoughts I have on my depression and anxiety, and descriptions of fucked up life events. Over all a clusterfuck of fuck this that and the way i feel. Not angry, well not completely anyway, mostly just bitter self-loathing...
