Silly little girl,
Don't fool yourself.
They have seen your scars,
Just don't want to help.
You never believed
When I said I cared,
But then, after all,
I guess it is fair.
Little do you know
All you had to say,
Four little words,
"I am not ok"
I am just blabbering,
Moaning as I walk,
Because we all know
You would never talk.
YOU ARE READING
Some of my dark poems I guess
RandomIf these don't make sense it ain't my fault, my mind never made sense anyway.
