Dear Fuzzy:
This entry is not about trich, but rather a poem written on my everyday current life:
If Only You Knew
by me
If only you knew the pain you cause
as you leave me out all together
you hand out gifts one by one in front of my face
aware that I may outburst in tears
with no remorse.
If only you knew the troubles I face
maybe you'd call me
I talk to you
comforting you when you need it most.
But as I lie on my bed in silent agony
you tend to leave me hanging
as my face becomes drenched in tears
I await for you to bother asking if I'm okay
but still I wait.
If only you knew the sadness I feel
maybe you'd be a better friend
maybe you'd stop pretending I don't exist
maybe you'd care.
But no
I must be another "annoyance"
as you don't even notice my silent desparity
my sense of numbness
my life of misery.
Oh, If Only You Knew.
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