Stop smiling.
Stop making friends.
You're mine, but yours I'm not.
Stop Ignoring.
You don't miss me.
You know you don't.
But I miss you.
I know I do.
You're stubborn.
You can be mean.
You're tired of life.
You're a lot like me, friend.
So why do you suddenly hate me?
Am I no longer good enough to be your
FRIEND?
Stop making friends.
YOU ARE READING
Paint Me Flawless
Poetry❝ Call me beautiful Paint me flawless Because I want to be accepted, And desired. ❞ (My lame poetry book)
