Worthless.
Useless.
Unneeded.
You made me feel like I was no longer invisible,
but painfully visible
and utterly ignored.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PoetryThe ink with which I write is made up of the tears I cried and the blood of the trials from which my soul had died. ----- All credit for the written poetry is mine. Plagiarism will be reported and taken down. Please be respectful <333
(Not) Visible
Worthless.
Useless.
Unneeded.
You made me feel like I was no longer invisible,
but painfully visible
and utterly ignored.
