You like her because she is like you,
you say she doesn't care what other people think.
Have you ever wonder if she cares about what you think?
Yeah I'm sure she does.
When ever you walk by.. she fixes her hair..
When ever you look at her she smiles..
and then afterwords thinks I bet that he thinks I'm a dork.. or a retard...
When ever you kiss me you don't think she cries?
Wishing it was her and not me...
Whenever you lie to her and tell her that you aren't talking to me..
You don't think that she knows... You don't think that she cries..
Well I know that she does... I know because I was like her once... but guess what I did care what other people thought..
I did wish that i was the other girl...
I did wish that i was just a little bit prettier
so it would be me he kissed and held in his arms and not her
I don't care that you like her
I don't care that she likes you.
I just care that I'm going to lose you
and I know it.
Don't say that you love me.. just let me fade away into the dark.. and grab the knife... Don't worry about me.. I will be OK.. i got through it last time.. The knife isn't the only way and yes I know that.. but for me it is the best way.. I never cared about anyone this much but you.. and now I never will again
this is really how i feel... please comment this... and like vote on it... it would mean allot to me... and this is one of my few poems but i would like to know if i am any good or not....
