*tw: loneliness lol*
i talk eagerly to friends who don't answer.
i smile widely at strangers who don't respond.
i give advice freely but never ask for it.
i find myself constantly wrapped up in the problems of others, while simultaneously wrestling with my own
i see "good" people as they truly
are, and still, i have faith
but no one ever truly sees me, not even myself
i lie awake at night and call out to empty rooms, asking questions that will never
have answers —
"who am i?" i've whispered to the
shadows a thousand times with
tears spilling down my cheeks —
saying things no one will ever hear me say, filling up the darkness with me:
my heart, my brain.
waiting for responses.
i am met with only silence.
YOU ARE READING
recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
