I'm the girl who gets forgotten,
The girl who is lonely,
No real friends,
Family forgets me,
There is no point in me living.
I joke about suicide,
They don't realise its how I really feel,
I just want to die,
And be forgotten,
for once and for all.
I wonder how they would feel,
Once they find out,
I wonder what it would be like,
without me here,
Better I hope,
Better off without me.
For who could ever love me?
I'm a mess. A wreak. A waste.
RH
