I feel as though I'm not wanted.
Treated like I don't exist
Pushed to the side like a broken toy
To collect dust for years to come
The words I say fall to the ground
Blocked by that barrier that was placed around me
No one to say the words
That will shatter the glass
Nothing is more wanted by me
Than a person to hear me again
To see me here on the side
To listen to the words that I say
To see a person care that I'm here
Instead of to think I'm broken
A person to know my thought
Than to ignore my existence.
Where is that person
I most long for
To be seen once again
Would be my salvation
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
I feel as though I'm not wanted.
Treated like I don't exist
Pushed to the side like a broken toy
To collect dust for years to come
The words I say fall to the ground
Blocked by that barrier that was placed around me
No one to say the words
That will shatter the glass
Nothing is more wanted by me
Than a person to hear me again
To see me here on the side
To listen to the words that I say
To see a person care that I'm here
Instead of to think I'm broken
A person to know my thought
Than to ignore my existence.
Where is that person
I most long for
To be seen once again
Would be my salvation
Sorry if some of the wording is weird. I hope you enjoy it and it makes enough sence.
