Are you not listening? Or can you just not hear me? How can you not hear the falseness in my laugh? Or see the sadness behind my smile? How is it that you miss the look I get on my face when you turn to look at me. How do you miss the sad side glances I take when I'm with you. You see it, so don't lie and sure as hell do not show up at my funeral saying how you didn't see the signs. You are the only person I showed them to.
YOU ARE READING
Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
