Sometimes,
things forget to be beautiful
and you expect
the world to stop
but it doesn't
the world doesn't stop for
you
or me
nothing
no one
and it makes me feel so lonely
to know that nobody will really know
anything that I'm thinking
and all the thoughts that I try to write down
will never come out right
because I can't express myself
and I know I could make a difference
if I could talk to someone
but I can't
and it's getting harder every day
to keep living,
I tried being myself for a day
and everyone walked away from me
like I was invisible
and I'm starting to think that maybe
I am
