You don’t look good —
Though,
Neither do I,
Why would I look happy,
With these tears in my eyes.
You’ve mentioned before,
I look “so pretty” when I cry.
I’ve asked you for help,
You’ve tasked me to try.
I’m lying on the floor,
Coughing up lungs,
While you’re lying to me,
“…what!? That? I haven’t done!”
But I know I caught you two kissing,
And again, back then, I began sobbing,
You said like it was the first “I was so pretty,”
heartbeats my head throbbing.
I couldn’t stop screaming,
The same question of “why?”
You said it was “help” that I needed to find.
So I called on a doctor,
And I upped my prescriptions.
When I arrived home,
You asked to look at them.
You scoffed as you scanned them,
They shook with your clamber,
You poured out some handfuls,
And said “Take these with water.”
I knew they were working,
I...