Silently
Tears
Tend to fall.
Usually
I sob
In that ugly way.
But who cares
Who even reads
Into my words
Into my motives
Into what I'm trying
To say.
Who even cares.
Who's to say
Anyone cares,
No one says anything.
I don't mean likes,
I don't mean comments,
I mean from the people I want to
Hear speak.
It doesn't ******* matter,
Because in the end
These words are ******* worthless.
You'll never get it,
And my care will never
Be good enough
For anyone,
So who the ****
Even wants it?
Why do I even
Try?
Because I'm hoping
That one day
I'll stop feeling so rejected
When you just don't know what to say.
**** it. No one hears and when they do there's nothing to say. I should never have stopped being a wallflower.
EDIT: I apologize for any worries I may have caused-- Panic is a crazy thing, and so are existential crisis's. Everything is okay, I just had my monthly freak out. Should be fine from here on out.