They talk and talk and talk
And I listen and listen and listen
I help, and I heal,
I give words of wisdom,
Words of advice
Sharing my experiences
In small doses of course
Too let them know I get it,
But I am simply on the receiving end
I do not get anything in return
For lending an ear.
Lending a shoulder to cry upon.
For showing that I am the one they can go too
I get blown off
And ignored
And Those stupid fucking “i'm sorry’s”
I don't want your pity
I want you too listen
But even some things
Even I must keep buried.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine