sometimes I wonder if I’m real.
If people genuinely don’t see me or notice me or even just acknowledge my existence
or if I’m actually invisible and there is nothing to notice
I wonder if they hear me breathing
or even just hear my cries for help
and if they choose to ignore me or just genuinely don’t know
I just want someone to care. That’s it.
And I know I’m being super unreasonable and stupid but I REALLY feel like nobody does.
Like the seconds are just ticking away and the world is moving on… without me.
And I hate life, I hate life, I HATE life!!
And I can’t get the feeling to stop
I feel like I’m meant to live in the shadow of everyone else’s lives
I can’t stop crying and crying and crying everyday and nobody knows!!!
I don’t even care about myself
how could anybody care for a ghost?