MoreA Poem by KaysieJust more stuff written at three am.Why do I put myself through this? Time after time, dealing with your bullshit. You don't care that I sit here and cry. It'd be nice if you at least pretended to try. I wish you would realize that I'm not ok. That I only want you more every day. I want you to tell me how much you care, but you never will. Thats to hard for you to do. And you'll never admitt it's true. © 2010 Kaysie |
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