I wonder if any of this even matters?
Their just words that no one cares to read.
Feel like a speck of dirt that no one wants to see.
Sweep me under a rug and pretend I'm not there.
Feel so alone and hurt.
There is no one!
No One to understand.
Burn my skin over and over
Just to know I'm a speck of dirt people spit on.
Could you see me if I screamed?
Would you even care?
Feeling alone
Images of torture
Maybe we should of died that night
Does it matter?