i'm used to being alone,
its a natural thing, to me
like its natural for the sun to rise in the morning,
and for it to set in the night,
...
Girl,
girl in the corner
by that window,
watched as the sky cried
...
Forgotten
there, yet not there
im alone
i sit there
hoping someone
somewhere
will notice me
but, no one ever does
im forgotten
and no one looks for the forgotten one, do they?
its too hard,
i can't keep being alone it hurts
so maybe
just maybe
if by is existence is so easily forgotten
so easily ignored
maybe i should disappear altogether