I know I'm worthless to you.
I'm just an extra in the background of your movie.
Just a shadow that started talking.
I know what you think,
What they all think.
None of you really care.
I'm just a whiny brat.
I don't understand what you're going through.
I have nothing wrong with me.
You're probably right.
The empty void can never be filled though.
It's eating away my feelings,
My joy,
My happiness,
Courage,
Strength,
Hope.
I wish I hadn't know you,
Because maybe now it wouldn't have hurt this much.
Knowing you.
Knowing them.
That you all just see a annoying girl with no problems besides that she talks too much, in the end.
YOU ARE READING
It's a Sometimes thing
PoetryA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.
