Forgotten.

So many people,

however I still feel alone.

Forgotten.

I feel broken, left behind,

I feel invisible, but visible.

Alone.

I'm so tired.

I like to be alone, but I hate it at the same time.

Oh, how I can't stand it.

I wish somebody could hear my cries.

I wish there was somebody there for me.

I wish I wasn't so foolish.

Why isn't there ever anyone their for me,,

But people are always there for them.

The loneliness swallows my heart whole and covers it in black,

I am here, but not here

I am alive, but not alive

I am me.

But at times I don't feel like myself.