Categories > Original > Poetry > they'll never understand 'cause they were understood
i've noticed the sad looks you give me
when you ask how i'm doing
and i lie and say 'great',
the bitter tone escaping.
i want you to just talk to me
to help me
because i'm too much of a coward to ask.
i swear, i want to get better,
i want to be done with the sleepless nights,
the staring at walls, and
the false happiness.
i do want it, i swear.
if only you'd reach out.
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