people often underestimate me,

i am either

to dumb,

or to unskilled.

i am

to weak,

or to busy.

i am

to fat,

or to sad.

when in reality all i am is

m i s u n d e r s t o o d

Without me
My parents would have money,
My friends would be happy,
My siblings would be closer,
And the world would still go on.

As I stand here,
Above your open grave
I feel as though I should be in their with you,
Because a part of me died when you did.

I'm  not asking for much,
not for money,
or for work.
I'm not in need on twenty four hour attention,
or for you to buy me lots of things.
All i'm asking for is a text back,
or maybe even to see each other.
All I want is to feel *wanted

I was afraid of living

And all at once I realised what it was,
this empty space inside of me,
drowning me in sorrow,
it was the space you left inside of me
when you finally said *goodbye