How can you be okay?
How do you breath?
How do you talk?
How do you think?
How can you do anything when the one you care about the most hates you?
Wouldn't care if you died.
Wouldn't even know it happened.
Doesn't even think about you.
Hates you.
Cries.
All.
Alone.
With no one.
Won't even look at you.
Won't talk to you.
While you watch them die inside slowly.
How can you be happy when they don't even see you sit exactly opposite of them and watch them cry because you know they won't talk to you.
How.
YOU ARE READING
It's a Sometimes thing
PoetryA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.
