Moving through thin air.
Struggling to breathe.
I wonder if I truly see what's in front of me. I wonder if I'm worth life.
I wonder if I'm of actual importance. I wonder how life would be without me.
Is there a grand plan that I'm entwined with?
Is there a friend that actually needs me? For it seems that I'm replaceable. I'm only good for homework help.
Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm a piece of paper only used when needed.
They can live without Paper. They can live without me.
I'm just a waste of space. A waste of time. A waste of money. A waste of life.
No one wants me. No one needs me. If I was gone they would care for a second. Pretending that I was irreplaceable. Pretending I was good. Pretend that I was amazing. Pretend that they need me.
They would pretend because they feel guilty. For not caring when I needed them to. For not asking when I was alone.
They're only nice because I'm basically a stranger.
Sometimes I wish I would just vanish into the air. Then everyone would be happy. I wouldn't make anyone cry. I wouldn't make anyone mad. I wouldn't brush anyone off.
Sometimes I wish I was gone.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
A Black Girls Tale
NonfiksiThis is just my outlet. My rant book. My life issues. Just a place where I write on my personal thoughts and feelings. You don't have to read. I don't write it for views or votes. I write for myself, for my heart, for my growth. If you read beware...
