The one who sits alone,
The one who is ignored,
Like she doesn’t exist,
Invisible,
No one can be bothered,
No one gives her the time of day,
They have no clue how much she hurts inside,
If they only knew what was to come,
Maybe they would have to the time to make her feel wanted,
Worth something,
But no one did,
They found her yesterday,
With a knife in her hand,
And a letter,
A letter of loneliness.
