How do you cope with true loneliness
With only ever saying a percent of what you feel
Only because it kills to feel so insignificant when it’s all out on the table i mean
What else is there left to feel when you
See everything
And yet remain invisible
Command love in every altercation but only experience the joy of a hit and miss
Dismissed
I’m tired and sick of being dissed
I was everything
I remember
But a slick diss is all it took to leave me here
Reminiscing and tired
Of only ever being the spare tire
I’m tired and yet
I just can’t seem to stay asleep. ..