Forsaken Poem by Raven Keller

A spectator, watching from the sidelines
Unloved, unknown
Examining others and longing for affection
Unclean, unwell

Why cry when tears sting the lacerations across my face
Why feel when feeling drags me too deep into undeniable emotions
Why confront when replacing the pain with something numb keeps me sane
Why remember when forgeting makes the losses seem insignificant

He feels, but never reveals
He hurts, but never shows the pain
He craves human affection, but never admits
He walks on glass, but never complains
He bleeds, but he welcomes the distraction
He is forsaken, but he's still alive