I wish it was easy,
But loving you is hard.
Maybe I am not ready,
I might end up all scarred.
Best friend or not, it's the same,
The difficulty won't change.
It burns, the pain is deranged,
My hear is sick of this flame.
My eyes water from the sting,
Oh Lord, please jut grant me this.
It would be worth just one kiss,
The pain this love can bring.
I wished it was easy,
But loving you was hard.
Perhaps if you had loved me,
It would have set my heart free.
Maybe I was not ready,
I ended up all scarred.
My love for you burnt brighter,
And now my heart is on fire.
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...
