stinging within me,
making me feel like an absentee.
no other appreciates my presence,
letting me trying to loath with acceptance.
feels as if i am invisible,
not known, unbearable.
wish someone would care,
instead of leaving me feeling bare.
spilling tears in the corner,
as no one listens or bother.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
