Being told to shut your mouth when it’s already shut.
Wanting to be wanted and coming up with imaginary reasons you could be wanted
Reaching out to someone for help and the line is dead.
Losing ever piece of self and seeing how they shut you out
I’d like to leave.
If there was an option I’d be gone.
Being unneeded and pretending up reasons to be needed.
I fade away and no one notices.
I don’t know what I expect every day
Waking up and trying something again
And it’s tomorrow now,
But the day went by in silence.
It doesn’t matter how many piece it’s in,
I hold it out to people to see if they could accept it as is
It’s torn and ripped it’s burning it hurts it isn’t beautiful it’s not good enough
They don’t want it
All they told me was that they don’t want it
I can see
I’m only one of millions
And it’s not good enough to be me.
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