You were everywhere,
There was nothing left in which you weren't there.
You were in good you were in bad
You were in the smile that I see here and there.
You were in the castle where my life was trapped.
You set me free and let me breathe again.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
People stopped asking me how I feel, simply because I think that they already knew the answer and they didn’t want to bother with repetition. I turned into a page in a book. Only looked at when needed, only read when I’m wanted. Then I’m put back on the shelf. I feel like people forget about me. That I sort of just fade into the background, because I’m just always there. I am the fly on the wall. Swatted away, and forgotten. There is no real dedication to my existence. Just moments of clarity, and then they go blind again. No matter what it is I am I feel like people stopped caring about me. Maybe it is in a selfish way or maybe it is because I became good at hiding my feelings. I feel like the stars in the night sky. Millions and millions of light years away, and I disappear before anyone acknowledges me.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC