I feel dumb for even caring this much,
because I'm starting to feel it even wouldn't matter to you
As this semester comes to an  end, I'm worried
we will too...with an exception of the summer
I sometimes wonder why you never ask to hang anymore,
but we're still best friends last I heard
Or never ask about things that mean much to me anymore
And I feel there's so much you don't know of,
besides my love life
Like my sickened grandmother in Research
Like my depression that people are oblivious to
How I'm worried I have a mental illness
And the basics of life that are troubling for us all
I'd still like to know what's bothering you
And what's up because I care to know
Times have been busy but time can still be made for some things.
The other day you thought I was bluntly talking about you indirectly to someone else, in your face...
And you came at me so hard like I was your enemy
I wasn't talking about you, but you thinking I was,
wasn't what hurt me.
It's how you came at me...
we can joke and smile and talk here and there
But can we stop pretending everything is normal?
We've come too far to not express what hurts

Feels as though..
Is it worth even saying?

I can't help thinking of my lonesomeness
How I like it
But it brings deep melancholism

When I crave to be left alone
I can't be left in the dark

I beg to be not known
Yet must not be ignored

It's a complicated way to live a life
It's hard to explain to oneself
That I am oneself that must feel as one with one and around two
And wonder why being one isn't enough for someone who's lifestyle is
secluded
Which one thought would be more peaceful

I'm worried...
I might have scared you away,
You might have moved on,
But truly because of me,
I'm sorry for my mixed feelings,
That I seem in love for while,
And then I'm tired of you,
Maybe this is for the best.

I only like your presence when you aren't talking

your chest pops out a bit more I see
and you got taller
as you jokingly mentioned I must have shrunk
and while you're at it, you must have got some
while you know I'm left in the dark
and while you're at it, I see you didn't shave...
though you wanted to shave anyway..
someone else must have got your ego up
and while you think you're the victim
don't think I didn't notice
your struggling for words to find me a compliment
while you asked why my hair was half done...it was not, you *****
and...

you're just a cocky little ******* now

I told you my words
I showed you my heart
Explained how I felt
And still you felt like the victim