I look high and wish to be seen
but I am stuck in between
I keep asking myself why am I here
I feel like my use is bare
my existence has always been unnoticed
and I wonder who has been noticed
I have always been the broken one
I even wonder why am I born
I wonder what's hurt me the most
the fact that I'm not loved or the fact that I have been hated
I wonder whose hurt as me but when I look I see smiles.
I walk around pretending I'm happy but deep down there is a death wish.
I always think I'm brave
but behind close doors I see a weak girl.
Behind closed doors I see a girl with no meaning.
and thats why that is me.
©nunasinger
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