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I've been watching you
Holding hands with her
The way I felt
I could never describe in words

Yet, I still hid from you
I looked devastated
And I still do
Wonder
What did she do
To get to hold hands with you.
Wary Nov 11
She languishes in silent grief, feeling unloved by the one to whom she bared her heart's every tenderness.
The ache of being overlooked by the one whom she poured out the depths of her heart
ThemadHatter Sep 30
I am not a person.
Not enough space
is filled by my presence.
To be considered
There.
Nobody bothers to say hello,
Or even
glance in my direction.
I am simply too little of nothing.
To be anything.
Important,
Or unique.
I was a madman's invention.
Built obsolete.
Prepared to sit on shelves
For years to come.
Society has made themselves clear.
Even if I tried my best.
It would never be enough.
I
would.
never.
be.
Enough.
Asmita Ray Aug 29
You left me on a shelf
As if I am a doll, asking for help.
Locked up in a golden cage
Of despair and dread.
I lose my breath of heart ache
Deep down, I lose my head--
As it overflows with a dire bitterness
Jamesb Aug 4
I am that well that
Was never dug,
Some people laid scratches
In the earth
But that was all,
Discovered that digging
Is hard and takes
Up effort,
When my soil was not
Already freshly dug
They elect to dig elsewhere,
And leave my copious
Waters untapped,
Unsupped,
Unloved
Jeremy Betts Jul 31
No more...
Feeling unwanted
Feeling unloved
Feeling like there's no one above
I've had e-fu¢ing-nough

No more...
Being "the problem"
Being "more that I can take"
Being no more than "the latest mistake"
For fu¢ks sake

No more...
Fu¢king anything
I'm okay with it being just me
I'm okay with being nothing
I can only be what you see

©2024
Zelda Jun 1
Some people are the morning
And some the night

I am a short-lived moment
making false promises
The soft sunset
lost in neon lights
The quiet sunrise
tip-toeing out the door

I am the in between
Empty sheets, empty streets
I am the in between
Wasted time, wasted lines

You should know me by now
I am everything you claim to love
And everything you can take for granted

You never need to worry about me

I-I am just a body you wanted to know
Some people are...
I-I am just a body you thought you knew
Some people are...
I-I am just a body you used to know

Some people are your morning
And some your night

Me?
I am what I am
A short-lived moment
the in between
Ash Jan 12
I walk a ghost among the mourners,
plucking stitch
after stitch
into my own burial shroud

—with a rose
tucked into the sleeve

as though one day,
a dedicated love might find itself here
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