Why should I bother you with my problems when you have your own?
Why should I ask you to stay when you're happy somewhere else?
Why do I need to tell you I need you when I'm just a burden to you?
Why would I need you here if I've been doing fine on my own?
I don't know the answers to these questions but what I do know is that I'll be fine because no one was ever there for me in the first place
YOU ARE READING
Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.
