you tell me i matter
that you came here to see me
to make me feel better
you tell me you'll never ignore me
that i'm not invisible to you
but now you don't even look at me
i'm sitting next to you
but you can't say a word to me
you just look the other way
so i keep my head down
it prevents me from craving that feeling
of just being touched
because maybe that will never happen again
so i'll just sit here
on the bathroom floor
because if i'm in a different room
you won't really be ignoring me
you just won't be seeing if i'm actually okay
YOU ARE READING
You wouldn't care if i explained
PoetryJust trying to get my thoughts out before they consume me {TRIGGER WARNING- mentions of suicide and self harm}
