You tell me I'm crazy,
A weirdo,
A bitch,
A bloody retard.
You tell me that you don't care about me,
That you never did.
You tell me that you pity me,
That you think I'm a sad excuse of a human being.
But you don't tell me why,
I bet you don't even know.
I thought you were my friend,
But I guess I was wrong.
I don't think we ever were; friends.
YOU ARE READING
When I lay here, at 3:54am
Poesia"I love to be awake at night, When no one else's awake, And it's quiet and there's peace. And I don't HAVE to, But I can, And I feel so free. It's beautiful at night, At night is where I want to be." ------
