Void
Have you ever felt so lonely in a crowded room?
Felt like you’re just an extra standing there with a broom,
Like whatever you’re talking about will come out mute,
And people don’t see your existence nevertheless to think you’re cute,
You have all these thoughts that came to mind,
All you’re looking for is a sign,
To say you’re worth it,
That you’re needed,
But all there is, is this void,
Not something that you can avoid,
You’re endlessly thinking ‘it’s okay’,
Thinking that ‘things will get better someday’,
And sometimes you’ll get mad,
Wishing you could let it all out when you’re sad,
But you think to yourself ‘why should I care to even speak up?’,
No one will notice, they won’t even look up,
In that moment you’re your own enemy,
And in the end you just lay there thinking,
‘When will it be, the end of me?’
