continuation
I'm sorry for this becoming repetitive.
I wanted to show how I was thinking back then.
poem 8:
and i can't express this pain enough.
cause the only reason why you're on my mind all the time is because I can't tell you how much you mean to me.
I can't stand the response that you give me.
you don't seem to care if i do appreciate you as a friend.
this pain doesn't really show physically but it makes me sick inside.
I feel as if I'm missing something valuable and the yearn for it continues to grow.
It makes my heart rapidly grow but then makes it completely stop.
It's like I'm trying to ignore the fact I need you. I really wish you cared for me still.
My fresh wounds are stinging whenever you ignore me or never acknowledge me.
Cause I know when you only talk to me you're just only doing it to move your day along. Please just tell me how you really feel before I create a bigger disease.
though I'm trapped and I wish you would enjoy me the way I enjoy you.
it would give something to fight for and cherish closely.
but instead of giving up,
I'm just giving in to the fears of loneliness and the hauntings of what may be next for me.
YOU ARE READING
words i could never say
Şiirwords that i will never say to the people who love me, used to love me, and to myself. hope you will listen to what I've been waiting to say for awhile.
