I want you to care.
I want you to give a shit about me.
but it's only my fantasy.
because in real life,
you don't even know I exist.
it's like I'm invisible to you.
if only you didn't see right through me,
maybe we could be something.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
