by Dawn Lovell

Created on: April 22, 2009   Last Updated: April 29, 2009

No one ever noticed

that I got tired of living.

They just kept on taking,

even after I stopped giving.

They kept on talking,

convincing me they were real.

They kept trying to touch my heart,

they never noticed I can no longer feel.

No one ever heard me,

and I finally stopped crying.

No one ever asked me

if I would be alright.

No one was ever around

when I needed help to fight.

No one wanted to hear,

and no one wanted to feel.

I am no one now.

I am no longer real.

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