I’m struggling,
More than I’ll ever let on.
Please do not hesitate
To do me a solid,
And just send a quick text to my phone.
Ask if I’m alright, If I’ve eaten, or washed my hair..
Just ask about my day please darling,
That’s all I will ever ask.
Even if you don’t care,
It helps me to relax..
I’d like to think it was sincere,
But I understand the issue.
You’re broken to, just like me
“Hey, what did you do to get through?”
I got the coldest shoulder,
Never in my nightmares
Did I think one day id be right here,
Begging someone to just be there.
I need a favor,
A small one please..
Could you ask me every now and then,
if I've had any rest,
or anything to eat…
TheBailey
About the Creator
Bailey Thornton
I’m a lone mommy of a handsome boy. & a full time advocate for anybody who can admit they need an advocate sometimes.. I don’t call my writings poetry, because it’s honestly just thoughts.
Thoughts that just happen to rhyme sometimes..
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