The girl who was never seen,
During school throughout her teens.
Lonely longing for a connection,
Only loving was her obsession.
Any show of slightest act of ordinary kindness,
Made her glow with brightness, distracting her with temporary blindness.
Overwhelmed and grateful,
Though deep down, she knew strong emotions like these can lead to feeling,
So compelled and painful...
Again being used to occurrences of blissful happiness,
In the end she sees disappearances, feeling fearful and never ending resentment.
Bliss only to last for what feels like a few minutes,
She's living in the past clinging to what she misses.
As she grew tired of this cycle and all,
She often knew prior before the final result.
not wanting to go through those days of watching those walk away anymore;
She did less talking,
irritated by their knocking, she ignores.
Thoughts filling her with doubt,
She closes the door shutting them out...
Stop ******* trying to talk to me. I'm tired