Headphones in, bleeding on the inside
Why's the video game more important than me?
When will I exist?
When will you stop seeing through me?
I can't think
I can't breathe
Everything feels lost
and confusing
And I'm back here trying desperately to believe in you
but when will you believe in me
saying I love you
crying on the other side of the phone
but you'll never tell
everything's fine
im fine..
YOU ARE READING
The Love Trilogies
PoetrySome short poetry. Based on true events that have occurred to me. Personally, vent pieces turned into poems.
