if I had the chance to disappear
I'd be so long gone
outta here
with no tears
or regrets
nor fears
people act like I don't exist
so why not become a living ghost?
I've given all of me away
there's no reason for me
to possibly remain sane
I gave my heart
to the one
who left
what else have I got to lose?
no one cares
unless you're pretty
or dead
but I am none
of those things
I am just me
my heart is shattered
and torn and bruised
all I ever was
was used
by the ones
who never cared
I meant nothing to you
to you, I was a toy
and it seems
you already found
a new one
people shock me
in how easily
they forget me
and how easily
they trick me
into thinking
they care about me
and that they love me
it's all just lies
they couldn't care less
whether I was dead or alive
I mean nothing to anyone
and I'm so used to the feeling
it is beyond sickening
that a person
learns to accept
that she is easily forgotten
easily replaced
easily used
easily hurt
easily destroyed
easily manipulated
easily a victim
to deadly toxins
such as love
and pain
no one should accept this
no one should accept
a dozen heartbreaks
a dozen disappointments
no one should accept the fact
that they are not loved
as much as they love
the ones who
took them
for granted
people never care
unless you're gone
and out of their reach
maybe then they
have some kind of guilt.
© Natali Veronica 2013.
Kinda sad and I was inspired enough to write this.
I didn't think of what I was writing, this just sorta happened.