I am lonely.
I am not alone
I never have energy,
And it's hard to get out of bed.
My name doesn't mean anything.
But I'd like to think I mean something.
Maybe something to someone,
Something to them.
It's hard to smile,
Even harder to laugh.
I forgot what it's like to be hugged,
And I forgot what it's like to be happy.
I don't feel like I'm in my own skin,
Like thousands of bugs are crawling all over me.
My name means nothing,
At least not to them.
Let me be something
TO YOU.
YOU ARE READING
something to you
PoetryA short poem about how some of us feel but don't say anything.