desperation

ive always felt desperate,

desperate to make friends,

desperate to feel loved by somebody,

so desperate infact,

i let people mistreat me,

i  would let a pack of wolfs bite and tear my skin apart if it meant their cubs would love my skin, or they would find me tasty

so desperate, i begin caring too much

i worry about things that will never be real,

i worry about people that probably dont even think about me for a second

i worry about my future

i worry too much, but i dont know why

if those same pack of wolfs got killed or their cubs would get lost, on my dying breath i would ask someone to check up on them because i know i mean nothing to anyone, the only thing that matters to them is my attention. not the person behind giving them their attention.

one day i will dissapear and then i wonder

who will miss me?

who would cry violently at my grave?

who would morn me?

would anyone even show up