I don't miss you. Not at all not even a little bit
I'm not heartbroken. Far from it to be exact.
What I miss is the feeling of being wanted.
I guess I couldn't keep it going
You finally saw the light. I couldn't keep ******* you over. ******* for taking it away.
But most of all **** me for not giving a ****

I have always been invisible
Never belonged in a clique
Never had I known the popular songs
Never had I been invited to parties.
I've always had a face that one forgets.
A face that one would blatantly remember.
I was never one seek help.
Not once did I try to break the curse.
So don't pretend to care and watch me do the same.
I'll just stay invisible.

She stared at the blank paper before her
As if it symbolized her barren life.
What was her role in this upside down world?
Why was she life's personal punching bag?
She felt the cold wind blow on her whist face.
What unknown satisfaction lies within?
She wondered about her battered essence.
Would a dent stand long after her absence?
She heard the pitter patter of the rain
And felt an icy, pearly drop pat her
As if it had come from a long journey
And had arrived safely home.
She lifted her eyes up to the sere sky,
She was a reject right? A mistake.
With her ending to be planned, who was she?