you don't know how it feels.
you really don't.
you disappear yet you're physically visible as the next person
you reach out to say but the words evaporate into the noiseless air
you explain but nobody sees your validity as significant
you leave the room but no one sees, pretending to be engulfed in endless conversation
you try to show emotion. try to laugh. try to smile. to cr- but no you can't cry
"why are you so quiet?"
"why don't you ever try to say something?"
"you're weird."
"honey, go make some friends. get out of the house."
well, shit, i would if i had someone to go to. i may stay alone most of the time but sometimes i get afraid
well, shit, if you could you would. it sounds easy but it isn't
no one will share memories with you or say hi
just say hi. that's all. at least notice. smile. you'd be surprised. i'd smile back.
-b
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queued thoughts
Poetrymy lips shame of unspoken words. self-written with a sprinkle of inspiration here and there.
