I wish I could ask.
I wish I knew.
I guess not knowing, will just have to do...
For now.
I wish I had the answers.
I wish I could just find out.
But I know I will find the answers.
Without a doubt.
I know it's a lot of questions.
And I know you have at least one answer.
So please tell me.
Or I will not leave you be.
I will not give up hope...
For I, deserve to know.
The words.
The comments.
The stares...
It all reminds me that no one cares.
Can't you see?
I'm not okay.
Because my thoughts remind me that I am not pleased with myself.
Have you ever felt the weight of an unspoken word?
Because I sure have.
The word “Why” can mean a lot of things…
But for me, it means Why do I feel this way?
I am the forgotten dead.
I have no friends and no roof over my head.
I am the forgotten girl that you only hear about in stories and books.
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