In the corner I wait alone
Unseen, unheard and heart unknown
In a world of love and pain
Pain is all knownLaughter fills the room
But in this place I'm just a spare
No hand extends, no voice calls for me,
I'm who they call when no one is nearWith hopeful eyes, I watch them choose
Smiles get light but I stand still
Cause once again I didn't get pickedI wonder all the time if I'm enough
Or if I'm only a pawn in their game
I wonder once again what I'm doing wrongI stand on the edge of their glee,
Hiding the ache that no one sees.
A constant question, a persistent thorn,
Unpicked, unchosen, feeling forlorn.All this people around me
And yet not one wants to pick me
They pick and chose but as always, I'm just forgotI watch as bonds form and ties grow strong,
Yet I remain on the outskirts, unheard in song.
Invisible to those who search for a friend,
I blend into shadows, reaching no end.My heart so big ,with a lot of love to give.
And yet I'm still not pickedI do and say whatever they want
Just with the hope that they will like me more
I bend and mold, just to fit in
But still, I can't seem to be picked
The hollow echoes fill my chest,
Is this all I am, only second best?I give my all, yet still unseen,
Lost in the spaces in between.
The silence swallows up my cry,
As I keep asking myself why.Why can't they see the love I hold?
Why must my heart remain so cold?
I'm standing here, arms open wide,
But they walk past, I'm pushed aside.I trace their laughter, watch them dance,
While I stand still without a chance.
The ache grows heavy, harder to bear,
I wonder if they even care.But still, I stay, I wait, and I try,
To catch their glance, to meet their eye.
Maybe one day, they'll turn and see,
The hidden light that is inside of me.I just want to be loved with the same intensity that i offer to everyone around me.
I long for warmth in an embrace,
A hug that tells me that I do have a place.
But until then, I stand alone,
Hoping for love I've never known.I watch the days, blend in to nights,
but not one invitation ever arrives.
The silence grows, a steady hum.
The nights get colder and lonelier,
I whisper my hopes into their darkness, yet i'm still here all aloneThe more I give, the less I get.
The more I live, the less I feel.
Just fleeting moments, passing fast,
And every moment just seems to break my heart.I long for a deep connection, yet find only corners that call my name,
Their vibrant lives feel like distant calls.
In every place, I search for a sign,
But the shadows deepen, and hope starts to decline.As people get joyful , I fade into gray,
A ghost in the earth , just passing the day.
With each unreturned smile, my heart grows heavy,
A weight of the silence, unyielding and steady.I linger in moments, just so out of reach,
A lesson in pain that life didn't care to teach.
And though I pretend that I'll find my way,
The truth whispers softly, you never will.So I gather my sorrows, a blanket for the night,
Wrapped in my solitude, hiding the light.
The love I offer feels lost in the air,
a longing that echoes, a burden I bear.I just want someone to find me and to come tell me, that I will get picked, but all I want is just a dream.
Somehow the universe will find me and then he will tell me , that I'm just not meant to be picked. I'm meant to be a tortured soul, with no one to love and with no one to love me.A wanderer drifting through shadows and sighs,
Searching for warmth in a world full of lies.And so I wait, in this endless life ,
Holding my heart, too fragile to show.
The whispers around me grow louder each night, Telling me loudly that love is not in sight.Each passing moment, a reminder of pain,
A cycle of grief, a break on my will
I reach for the stars, but they melt through my hands,
A dreamer lost in such hard full lands.So I linger in silence, a hidden light in a big abyss.
Hoping for warmth that keeps me from drifting away.
With every heartbeat, the darkness draws near,
A reminder that love is just not in the cards for me, that my dream to get picked i will never achieve.
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Writing through pain
PoetryHi everyone this book is a book with poems, they are the ones that helps me cope through pain so if you are going through pain as me you might be interested. You will find some poems in Spanish to.