I feel as though ive
fallen through the cracks
no one sees me for who i am
who i want to be, for who i was.
No one to hold my hand,
or look in my eyes
or hold me in their arms
in the pouring rain.
No one is what i was born
no one is what i am
and no one is what ill be when i die.
No one to grieve my passing
no one to even care
no one will even remember me.
No tears, no joy, no heartbreak. No Nothing.
so nothing for nothing.. sounds about right
when those that stroll by see my tombstone in the
pale moon light. they dont see the words just the
words. no one special.. never has and never was.