I feel...
I feel like no one ever even knows I'm here
I feel like I am all alone in a house full of angry people
I am only spoken too when I am being yelled at or asked to do something
I am all alone in this home or that's what everyone calls it but its really just a house people live in
I feel like I am a can on a shelf with an expiration date date on it just waiting to be thrown away as soon as I am no good
I feel as if others are treated better than I am because their lives are falling apart and deserve more attention
I feel as if my salvation is too far away and cannot arrive quick enough to save me
I feel as if my breath is not enough and that I am only happy when I am far from them
I feel that I am worthless like a mistake or disappointment that is unwanted
I feel emotionally abused and always being left behind
I feel as if no one cares about what I want or don't want
I feel as if I am not respected as a person who just wants happiness without judgement
I feel like there is no god to help me or that he simply does not exist
They ask me if I am or have ever been bullied and I have... By them, my family
I am only noticed when I am outside my room
I cower in my room hoping to not be noticed because if I am I will only be asked to do this or that or yelled at for not doing this or that
I hide behind a mask that my life is free and without a problem but my life is the problem...
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