*A/N If there's a blank space directly after who's that's where my name was I just didn't want it visible.
TW: slight depression
Sitting in my bed, it's 8am.
Im blowing out the candles.
"I wish he would love me."
2 months later...
"Who's that?"
"Who's ________?"
"Hell nah!"
You
The same person who gave me the energy to brush my teeth.
The same person I tied my hair for.
The same person I tried for...
But why should it matter?
I'm nobody.
Barely a girl...
There's four billion more
Four billion better than me.
I'm insignificant.
Fuck my little birthday wish.
Fuck my shooting stars,
The angel numbers.
The dreams,
Every thought.
I wish every time I sat in the car I didn't pretend the door edge was your shoulder.
That I'd never pictured you as mine
That I don't already know what we'd wear to prom.
"Who's ________?"
Am I that much of an idiot you don't know I exist?
Of course I am.
Why should you know?
What's so special about me?
Absolutely nothing.
And If a genie told me, "Three wishes, go!"
You'd find yourself saying:
"Her hair looked different today."
"I think she's happier today."
"God, she's so perfect."
But I'm barely a girl.
Just a broken piece of something irrelevant.
An item of no importance.
Fuck birthday wishes.
Fuck feelings.
YOU ARE READING
Concealed Thoughts
PoetryI would say I fixed this book, but it's not fixable... There was some slight editing but some chapters are much better than others. The main theme isn't depression anymore it a lot. Thx! ...
