I am a ghost.
I remain unnoticed
By most people,
And seen by the dead.
The dead are the children who
Have been injured.
Impaled by
The sore words they are struck with.
They are victims.
They know how it feels.
To be forgotten
And hurt.
So they see me
As the real me.
The hurt me.
The afraid one.
The sad one.
The depressed one.
The one who needs help.
The one who loves everyone,
But no one loves her.
The one who notices everyone,
But no one notices her.
The one who helps everyone,
But receives none.
The one who cares more about
Others' feelings
Than her own.
The sick me.
The broken me.
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Just Leave
RastgeleI am left behind by the ones I deeply admire and love dearly. I'm afraid to get close to people because everyone I get close to forgets me.
