There are things I'll never have the courage to tell you, in fear of the consequences.
Would you still love me if you knew how much you hurt me?
Everytime I look at you I get butterflies, but then they die when I remember those things you said to me.
All the things you've accused me of.
If I told you how you made me feel, could you live with the pain of knowing how much I'm hurting inside because of you?
YOU ARE READING
I Really Love You but I'm Bad with Words so Here You Go
PoetryThis is just a little book of poetry I've written. Inspired by events that have happened through my life. I hope maybe they'll help someone feel like they're not alone. ⚠TW: May contain mention of depression, suicide and self harm⚠ I hope you enjo...
