Why did I tell them?
What was the point?
I wish I could take it back
And pretend it was a joke.
I wish I could pretend I didn't say it at all.
To none of them at all.
They will always pity
Never really feel
Why do I believe them,
When they say it's real?
It always ends in heartbreak, pain, and regret.
So what's the point of even believing it?
They joke and they laugh.
They say it's real.
They encourage and they push until I can't feel.
I tell them they're wrong,
I tell them it's a hoax,
I tell them to stop because they already know.
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.
