Poems and Heartache

Forty

Perhaps I am nothing,

quaking in the dark.

But I,

believing in a soul

that was never human.

Perhaps I am the lonely girl

The girl everyone thinks is unmissed,

that it is them

when its really me, hidden behind a Void,

an endless shadowy abyss.

Perhaps this is one of my friends,

rolling there eyes at their computers screens,

thinking me a liar, that they really hurt more.

But you do not understand, so hurt me, by all means.

Perhaps I'm being dramatic

But if you're a friend or even understander of me,

You shouldn't care about that,

And I smile

Because you are always here for me to see.

Perhaps this is nearing the end,

The end where you say goodbye to

The lonely girl in a lonely world.

And if you're still reading this, you must care.

So, for that, I love you.