Always bored, nothing new
Feeling like i'm always used
Realizing that its's always you,
That's constantly making me feel blue
Always tired, never waking
Feeling like i'm always shaking
Realizing what your taking,
Is something of mine that you keep breaking
Always worried, always pressed
Feeling like i'm always stressed
Realizing that can't be expressed
The way you make me so blessed
Always asking, never knowing
Feeling like this is keep on going
Realizing you're not showing
What it's you feel that's growing
Nothing important, nothing great
Am i just "another date"?
Do i deserve something more than you?
Do i deserve to know what's true?
If i stay, what will that make this?
Just a number of your list?
I know you're watching, the pain is real
But that won't change the way i feel
You'll keep on hurting me,
the way you do
And the worst part is,
i'll let you
YOU ARE READING
2.58 A.M Thoughts
Poesíahe said that i used to be his favorite book, but he ripping off my pages to write her a novel
