It pains me to realize that
You do not think of me.
I don’t cross your mind.
You don’t wonder how my 
Day is going.
You can’t be bothered with a 
Text or call.
You just assume.
Assume I will be here
Waiting for you. 
It really is a simple fucking question.
“How was your day?”



Kick me like that stone under your foot.
Brush past me like that post on the sidewalk.
Stare through me like a window.
It’s alright if you don’t see me. 
No one sees me. Except me. 


I am not weak. I am stronger than you will ever know. I just can’t show you. You think you know me. You have no idea the thoughts that run through my mind. You have no idea the parts of me that you are missing. I will never let you in. You aren’t everything you should be to me.

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It’s my escape. It’s a breath that blows me in the wind. It’s an imagination that no one can take from me. It’ll plant the restlessness. It’s a need. It’ll make me soar. Make me feel something. Anything.