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