When you cry, I lie and say
"everything will be just fine"
When you cut I sigh.
When I cry, you sigh.
And when I cut you try to make everything just fine.
I say "I love you" and all you do is sigh.
But when you say "I hate you"
I apologize, you accept but you don't seem to care.
My brightness of hope is nothing but rare.
When I text you I don't always know whos there.
Its not you but the devil's snare.
YOU ARE READING
Trashart
RandomThis is where my drawings and poems will be. So take a look please don't judge. I'm still learning.
