I just want to be the one you run to when things go wrong, I want to be your sunshine on a rainy day, your happy song, your midnight calls, and long car rides. I want you to play the piano while I horribly sing. I want to make you feel happy, warm, loved.
But how am I supposed to do any of that when every time I slightly mention the crazy thought of 'us' to you, you let me down, you push away that idea and turn your head away from me.
You never give me a chance, baby, to prove how perfect we are for each other. You always walk away. Leaving me in the dark with a broken heart and a frown on my face.
You'll never see me as anything more than your friend, just someone you talk to when you're bored, your eyes focused on someone else. Do you think they'll feel like I feel? Would they take care of your heart like I would?
Go ahead, give them a chance. You'll be lonely afterwards and as usual, you'll talk to me.
Waste my time, truthfully, I don't mind.
I'm still waiting for my chance.
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Emotional Torture.
PoezjaCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
