I don't think that words could ever describe this feeling,
Lonely,
Empty,
Sad,
Angry,
Frustrated,
Mad,
These are some feelings that I have but not exactly what I'm feeling,
I'm feeling something more,
I'm not sure how to describe it...
Hungry?
Ah,
Yes,
Hungry,
Not for food,
Not for drinks,
But hungry for attention,
This might sound crazy,
But I don't know how to describe it exactly,
It's been years that everyone left me alone,
Stranded,
Drowning,
I've always loved to be alone but hated being lonely,
I dread for a little bit of attention,
Just a hug perhaps,
Would be enough,
Even a wink could be enough,
I just need to be needed for once,
But in the end,
I've always been,
And always will be,
Invisible.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Art Of Being: Invisible || p o e t r y
PoesíaHave you ever wondered what happens in someone's mind? Whenever you passed them in the hallways or just looked at them and smiled? When you notice them sitting alone and walking looking down at the floor? We all seen at least one person always alone...
