Alive? Or Happy?
Or cared about? Supported by? Valuable?
Tell me; for I would desperately like to feel some of those things, to be and feel consolable.
My heart, it aches for some many reasons; fora sense of longing and from inexplicable pain.
There is a hole in me. An invisible hole. That desires to feel visible and loved by someone.
But nobody cares do they? And why would they? I'm invisible.