I'm embarrassed and ashamed of ever thinking
That it could ever work,
That you would ever try,
That you would ever care.
The hurt I so desperately told you about,
The pain I tried to convey,
The trust I put into you,
Doesn't it mean something, anything?
The tears I told you I cried,
The thoughts I told you I had,
The secrets I told you to keep,
Doesn't it count for anything?
I'm so desperately trying to find a reason to all of this,
Something that would make me feel less alone,
But the truth is,
I was always just alone.
I'm trying not to cry,
Not to cry for the heartbreak that I'm sure will come,
But how am I supposed to cope,
Crying is the only way I can let it out without bothering anyone.
I'm sorry for ever bothering you with my problems,
For ever clouding you with my pain,
I was wrong to think it would change anything,
Telling you didn't change a thing.
YOU ARE READING
I am SAD
Poetry"Learning I had Social Anxiety Disorder was hard and terrifying. Knowing I have depression too is killing me." __________________ Random stuff I write when no one is looking... I'm 20 and I have social anxiety disorder and depression...
