i'm not mad that you like them
i'm mad because i like you
it's like you want everyone but me
you care about everyone but me
i always talk about not wanting to be here
but actually feeling that way sucks.
i feel invisible to you
you don't know me.
YOU ARE READING
summer depression
Poetryeveryone talks about winter depression but what about summer depression? TW!! most of these are mental breakdowns
