Reply
That's all I ask of you
Reply
Do you want me to die?
Reply.
I've done so much over you. I've
cut over you, I've cried over you, I've fallen head over heals for you, yet you can't return that one simple aspect of replying.
Wrong is the way I've hidden in the dark, the depression that has a hold of my heart.
Done is the little girl with the loss of words, back is the geek who had saved her world.
No more trying to kill yourself.
Say goodbye to sorrow and hello to tomorrow.
So just say goodbye to him.
All I ask of you is to reply.
Is that so much to ask?
I guess it is...
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless
PoetryThis is a story of poems. They will tell a story if you read them right. Hope you read them
