Am I being selfish if I wanted to feel like someone is happy that I'm a part of their life?
Because I was always worried about the people around me.
Wondering if I showed them how much I appreciated their existence.
Because no one did that for me.
I was left alone in my bedroom floor, crying.
Asking myself why nobody cared about me.
'Am I just a someone in everyone's life that's just there for no reason?'
I wanted to feel like someone was there for me.
That someone wanted me to stay alive because they wouldn't know what to do if I left.
That I was so damn important to them.
But who am I to ask for such things?
I don't deserve those.
I'm just a simple nobody.
YOU ARE READING
deep scars//
Poetry"poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - robert frost