Am I not worthy enough
To be cared for?
Do my tears look so fake
That they are ignored?
My mind is hell,
It kills me everyday.
The world around me has lost its colour,
Everything's just gray.
I put on a smile,
To try and hide
The war going on
Deep inside.
I want to be comforted,
To be told that, "it's okay"
But it's only me that I have,
At the end of the day.
I get it,
Others have their own battles to fight.
But is it too much to ask,
To be loved once in a while?A/N... It's cringy ughhhhhh, why do I even publish these?
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Ephemeral
Poetry[highest ranked #60 in poetry] "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞." _____________________ A collection of poems, written by you...