Middle child syndrome

Do you ever get a feeling,

When you feel like ending your life,

Maybe drowning in the water you swim,

Maybe falling from the stairs you climb,

Maybe cutting the pulse that makes you breathe.

I mean who needs you in the world,

Everyone shows how you are below them,

They know your nothing worth speaking to.

There is no happy ending.

That is a myth for people like us.

For people who stand behind;

Miserable and Unnoticeable.

Live in an isolated world,

Wishing for some one to know.

Maybe if i cut myself with knives,

Maybe poison my body with vice.

Somebody would want me.

Somebody will choose me.

Every one is a sucker for a sob fest.

They could bare you for pity.

At least they might stick for a change.

Even though all their thoughts would be,

"Your second to Everything."

"Your nowhere without me."

So let's take a plunge and dive together.

Let's run and escape, be brave together.

Let's share and breathe forever.

Nobody ever really cares.

It's one for oneself.

Maybe that is just me,

But who cares, Nobody listens to the middle child.

I dare to ask you, Does it feel like some one is talking ?

Does it feel like maybe i am crying ?

Does it feel like being angry ?

Does it feel like you can't succeed ?

So COME ON! Let us do this for us.

Or silence may as well be the death of us.