do you ever think of me?
yes? no?
sometimes...?
no matter the answer
someone out there is thinking of you
not in a bad, humiliating way.
in an, "i love you... i miss you"
kind of way.
i may not be specifically thinking of you
but im thinking of the strangers
out there suffering.
thinking about what i could do
to take it all
steal it
make myself suffer
so no one else has to.
i would prefer
if i suffered
till the end of time
rather than letting you
i'll put on a happy face
pretend it's all okay
while you all thrive
i'll smile and play along
i'll be in pain
sure.
but you wont.
that's all that matters to me.
YOU ARE READING
reality
Poetryi stole this idea from my good friend, @The_Chosen_Demidork -go follow her now! anyways this is some "slam poetry" or my daily thoughts.
