do they really care for me?
do people actually love me like they say they do?
if they do, then why do I feel like no body notices me
all I am is a body with no purpose, no reason to be alive, no reason to keep breathing
I'm just a waste of oxygen, I could dissappear and no one would care
they wouldn't even notice, not a single person
they wouldn't feel a difference, they'd go on with their life
never wondering where I went, never noticing my absence
what would happen if I just disappeared?
maybe we'll find out soon
YOU ARE READING
a broken soul, in a hungry body
Poetryeverything written is my personal thoughts and feelings from my experiences, it is all my original work. ⚠️tw⚠️ contains sensitive topics; including but not limited to self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, depression, and sleep paralysis
