I try to tell them.
They never listen.
When I find the words to speak he asks if he makes me happy.
But its not about him.
Its about me.
But I cant say that.
I cant say I'm hurting.
Because he wants to be the cure.
He wants to fix me.
Make me okay.
But I'm not.
I don't think ill ever be.
So ill just sit here.
My thoughts unheard.
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A/N
so I know its not the best but this is going to be my new coping method. Thanks for putting up with me
YOU ARE READING
The Voice Of A Lonely Girl
PoetryMy method of coping and I hope you can relate so that this will help and inspire you as well.