Wounded Soul

Feel so worthless

Useless

Unappreciated

Not a priority

Unwanted

Never good enough

Unimportant

Feel so weak that people take me for granted

High expectation that killing me countlessly

And for having such imagination; u love me..

And I'm sad, again

For changing my mind

Thinking u might need me

When actually

I'm just an option

Who there

Or not there

Will never affect u

I'm looking for a road

Not trying to run away

But to find a missing soul

My wounded soul...

Pen off.