I’m tired of being the passing thought,
An option, a pause, a lesson they’ve been taught.
I give my all, emptying my soul,
But never find the pieces to make me whole.
I send my heart in texts so long,
Hoping someone will see where I belong.
But one-line replies cut like a knife,
Why don’t they feel the weight of my life?
I feel worthless, a shadow in the light,
Smiling by day, breaking by night.
Would anyone notice if I slipped away?
Would anyone miss the words I say?
I long for a hug to melt my pain,
To cry so hard, to cleanse the stain.
But tears won’t fall; they’ve turned to stone,
Leaving me here, aching alone.
I’m desperate, I know—it’s love I crave,
To be seen, to be held, to feel brave.
But why must I always reach first?
Why am I always the one who hurts?
Deep down, I’m shattered, torn apart,
A broken soul with a heavy heart.
Yet still, I smile, trying to be,
Something whole in this fractured me.