That’s exactly how I feel
******* see-through
My feelings don’t matter
My opinion doesn’t matter
There’s no respect
No loyalty
Is there even genuine love
I’m starting to become numb
And a numb me isn’t a good me
That’s the wrong me to expose
That’s the wrong me to be with be
It’s pointless
A numb me is a who gives a **** me
A numb me is a disappear act
Here today, gone tomorrow, literally
A numb me is **** your feelings
**** respect
And why should I respect something that you don’t
I can’t fault the next *****, you opened the door
A ***** not gone respect **** you don’t respect
That ***** don’t owe me ****
But you owe me everything
Oh, why you say?
Because I gave everything
Even when I didn’t have it to give to myself
This feeling in my stomach has been here for a god three weeks
And it’s only getting worse
A ******* hopeless romantic
Dummy

I have often wondered how it would feel
to live in a world of my own
to exist in a place where time does not steal
and live every moment alone

I would create poetry, nonfiction, and art
I would read every book on my shelf, at last
though there is a sadness within me in part
it dissipates eagerly and life moves on fast

I alone would have the stars as no one else does
to watch them twinkle and interpret all that they say
I alone would remember history and what once was
as I set out on a brand new journey each day