nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

No one cares about me - ORIGINAL POEM

I've come to the conclusion that no one will ever be what I need them to be,
I'm starting to realise, even in a crowded room,
I'll always be perpetually alone, I can finally see,
That all I'll ever do is shout, greeted by perpetual echoes and the ghostly moon,
It is my only companion, yet I can never reach it and say,
"I'm sorry I never realised how lonely eternity feels,"
But even when I raise my hand, it never moves to do the same, not in the same way,
And now I lie here upon the grass, I don't wish to go home,
For home is a feeling I lost long ago in this wastelands,
I'm only left with an emptiness which never leaves,
And a sense that no one cares enough about me to ask me how I am,
As though fate had decided I was only good for others when they need me, my path it expertly weaves,
But if I'll only ever be what others need me to be and nothing more, nothing outside of expectations and so on,
Then I'll do my best to love, doomed to never be loved in return, not as I wished to be,
Until the day comes where I give up these earthly bonds and abandon all I had hoped for after many years,
And finally realise no one ever cared, not the smallest bit, never in my life, about me.