Mist
The are times when I just want to matter to someone.....anyone.
There are days when I wonder if there is anyone out there who wants to talk to me as much as I would like to talk to them.
I wonder if somwone misses me as much as I miss them.
I wonder if it's only I walking thru this endless gray cloud alone.
I wonder if anyone will see me thru this heavy gray mist or if I'll disappear within it.
To be ever alone missing ones that don't miss me not to talk to anyone but they wouldn't notice anyways.
This endless heavy gray mist is eating me alive. I used to ask if any one will save me, now I am left to wonder does anyone even care enough to see me.
Copyright © Maggie Thorne | Year Posted 2016
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