Feb 12
I’m in the darkest
layers of the forest paths.
This “map” I hold,
left me stranded
to a road like
everyone did.
Left in dead ends
of coldest lands.
Where I stand is
not my choice,
not my voice,
not what I resist.
I tried to live
the fullest story.
But every minute
I don’t exist to anyone.
So tell me—
Do I exist,
or do I leave
the nearest
exit?
layers of the forest paths.
This “map” I hold,
left me stranded
to a road like
everyone did.
Left in dead ends
of coldest lands.
Where I stand is
not my choice,
not my voice,
not what I resist.
I tried to live
the fullest story.
But every minute
I don’t exist to anyone.
So tell me—
Do I exist,
or do I leave
the nearest
exit?
Today I've felt lost and alone. I've been feeling that for a long long time and I've been trying to talk to anyone, ANYONE but no one sees me. It's been from school
