I feel replaced, rejected, and ignored.
Yet here I am, here, and alive.
My life, and passion.
Stolen, taken, abused.
Yet I still ignore them,
My heart,
Shattered, cracked, and chipped.
I feel like I'm copying someone else,
Yet I feel like they are copying me.
My siblings are always getting the attention.
Me I am just ignored.
I just lay here,
Ignored, betrayed, depressed.
Yet no one knows.
Every night, I think of a new way to die.
Would it hurt them, or me more?
Would they notice me gone?
Or will they even care?
Will they benefit?
Or will they fade away?
What will happen with my body?
Will they have me properly buried?
Or just told me in the trash?
Will I get burned?
Or will I stay the same?
Will they even think about me?
Or will they be in despair?
I feel all my talents are nothing.
They are all copied in my siblings.
And my heart is back to the start.
I write, and write, and write.
Nothing new has came.
Yet my heart still cries.
It yearns for the attention I lack,
The pick up the slacks,
The night alone,
The nights of crying,
The nights I think of dying.
But I am still here,
And I will be here for a while.
Yet I don't want to be.
I will be here.
Waiting for the day my tears are dry,
And for the rivers I cry,
And for me to just die.
No one can save me.
No one will see me.
And no one will be me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I write.
שיריםThe poems that I have wrote when I was down. It made me cry when writing some and they were worth it. These helped me when I was down. These helped me through my life, these are also old. And I will write these everyday. If I don't them I am sorry. ...
