I should’ve kept that bottle of pills
Feeling worthless
Do you even care how it affects me?
You never ask.
I always put your feelings first.
They’re more important because they’re more apparent I guess.
I have the same thoughts too.
You know that.
I’d like a drink too
I just need to forget my problems too
The need doesn’t pull me as strongly
Are your poems about me?
Are they about her?