I'm that kind of hypocrite

that tells your friends to search for mental health

but when I did I felt like melting.

I'm that kind of person

when I'm in trouble

I call you and you are always there

always so fucking supportive.

You're my best friend

but I never get to visit you

and when you call me and tell me you wanna die

I throw my eyes.

I'm a bitch.

I ask you what's wrong

I hear you while I'm working

and thinkin' "shit, that report might take all night now"

always so damn busy

Do I even care?

While writing, trying 

to not let on that I'm such a crap person

but the truth is

I'm a bitch.

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