I'm all alone
Completely isolated
From everything I've ever known
I know that no one will care
When I'm gone
No one noticed me, anyway.
It hurts, that I would be seen more
When I'm dead and gone.
I'd be recognized, remembered
Only after I'm gone.
Why is it that you only heard me
When I wasn't around to say anything?
Why do we function this way,
Where a life doesn't matter
Until it's gone?
Why was my voice never heard
Until I wasn't around to speak?
Why will I only be seen
When I'm not around to see it?
It's funny how much you start to matter
When you're not there to witness it.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
