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.