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.