I mean nothing to no one. I take up the empty space of a shadow. Lost I am a natural occurrence. Always there. Something that just simply exists. No real purpose. Just to remind other's that they're there, while I get walked all over and taken away by nothing more than darkness. I mean nothing to no one. My friendship isn't valued. My heart isn't treasured. My opinions, shamed upon. And people never stop to wonder, *why I stay in the darkness they cast.
An old one I found in a lost notebook that is still relevant.