Longing

It’s as if nothing ever happened.

A forgotten thought.

A blimp in time.

I must overcome!

Suppress my hurt. My feelings. Listen to all about hers.

Listen to why she dislikes gfs and friends. Still on Ty. She is hurt.

Why do I make others hurt more of a concern than my own?

Why do I want to help others feel better, when I’m being eaten from the inside out?

Broken but unseen. Strong but weak. Tears flow but it looks as though it’s joy.

Move on! Find good!

Wondering when someone will be concerned for me as much as I am concerned about them.

Waiting for someone to see me.

See my hurt. Look after me. Who looks after me? See me!!!

Wanting someone to care and understand as I do for others. I know my parents but that comes instinctual, I think?

Who sees me for me?

Will anyone, ever?

Eyes fill with water but not shedding tears.

Simplicity in my own sadness. My own sorrows & fears.

Water builds. Eyes blink.

One tear trickles down my front right cheek….to the crevice above my lips & below my nose.

Longing for no longer having to put on a show.