You don't do anything.
Only say 'what's wrong?'
The hours I spend,
The time I waste,
On your pathetic sobbing,
For nothing.
For, 'what's wrong?'
Your eloquence,
Your intelligence;
It's nothing.
You are nothing.
Only, 'what's wrong?'
That's all you are to me,
That's all you do for me,
That's all you mean to me;
What's wrong?
You make yourself impossible to love,
You make it a struggle to care,
You make my every waking moment full of torment;
Because you're you.
So tell me 'baby',
What's wrong?
YOU ARE READING
Outlet.
PoetryHonestly just poems and writing because I'm not in a good place but I don't want to tell people I know
