Forgotten
Lying on my bed
staring at the ceiling
thinking,
feeling lost.
There's nothing I could do
but thinking and wishing
for it to be different,
hoping for a change.
Why not give up?
That question,
so huge looming above me,
but it's all those little moments
those little gestures
that make me think twice
that make me pause
and not give up.
Why not end this?
I don't need anyone
but myself,
but I need you, too,
somehow.
Maybe it's the thought
of familiarity
I don't want to lose.
Or maybe something else.
I know that you care,
but sometimes I feel
like I'm forgotten.