To All The Unlistened People

miss me

do you know i miss you?

so fucking bad.

it hurts to not talk to you, knowing you're living perfectly fine without me.

i was nothing to you.

a simple mind responding to you behind a screen,

but i was brave enough to show you my ugly side, my insecurities, and even my face.

and this is all my fault,

i attached myself and messed up the thing we had.

but do you miss me?

do you sometimes feel the hole in your chest where the feeling you had when talking with me is supposed to be?

do you still want to hug me in my room at night?

and i feel awfully bad because maybe you messaged, you called, but i ignored you.

i just want you to miss me.