I got this feeling that im here but im not.
like you see me but you dont care.
Like you hear me but you dont
Like you care just refuse to acknowledge.
I don't know whose going to miss me when im gone.
Who is going to go through tears?
Who don't even realize that im gone.
Or who just don't care?
The people who say im better of dead,
left me in tears.
The people who dont see me.
Or just leave.
The people who just use me.
do not reuse me.
The actual people who cared,
Are no longer here.
My tears they form a puddle.
As i remember you said,
Cry me a river.
even though thats not possible.
I cried my most. i got nothing left.
No pain, no sadness,hate, or love
No laughter, frown or craziness.
Straight line only.
No more bumps.
by tomorrow i wont care about you
Im only a shell.
And this is my story.
I hope you realize how much i actually cared.
everyone i met i wanted to be friends
I cared for everything now i lost anything
i have. goodbye.
- Author: syddie ( Offline)
- Published: February 27th, 2018 13:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
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