when no one came

after the blog, in which you poured out your whole heart and in that way, openly begged for attention and reassurance, to know you might be understand and somehow were not quite so as alone as you feel... when no one came, it felt like all the time was wasted and it didn't really matter and you might not have enough worth to be noticed or appreciated and you might as well have gone to bed for all the good it would do... and the later it gets, the more it feels emoty inside... and the emptiness grows and all you want to do is find someplace to hide... and you think about deleting your words justifying yourself by believing nobody really cares... but hopefully you fall asleep before you get to delete because this is a feeling everybody shares...

we're all just afraid to reach out... so we disappear... as if we were never ever here... disappear, like we were never here...