Tone after tone. No answer.
Why is all my friends always too bussy to hear me?
Bussy with their lives when I need them.
Who dose actually listen to me? Who would actually listen to me if I told all my secrets, all the things I've been through, everything that hurts me?
Would anyone actually listen? Aren't they just too bussy with their own lives?
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PoetryJust short poems, or stories if you will. Being a teen isn't easy. Being a teen with depression, anxiety and things that bothers your mind isn't easy either. There are ways to go through it. But those ways are for some really tough to find. For m...
