I dont understand why I do this.
Push you away.
Make you stressed.
You deserve better.
Better isn't me.
I try to tell you how I feel.
I feel like when I tell you, you just get annoyed.
It fucking hurts.
So I wont tell you.
I wont tell you at all.
You wouldn't notice anyways.
YOU ARE READING
"suicide"
PoetryWhen you try, and you try, and you try. Nothing is ever good enough, nothing. You're too nice, you're too giving, too nice and giving that people trest you like so much shit that you cant deal with it anymore, you cant. Nothing will ever help you.
