I wonder if I ever mattered.
I know I don't know, now
But,
did I ever?

Did the people I tagged along with ever count me as a friend?
Did anyone even see me as having feelings?
Or was a just a means to meet an end?

When reality shattered,
Tears that came were once hope.
Hope,
draining,
streaming out,
Never to return.

I walk alone, as I always have.
Only trusting myself.
I wish I could have someone to tell me I don't need them.
But alas I tell myself.