The silent cry of loneliness is all I hear.
I feel like a ghost.
I don’t feel myself, almost as if I had a costume on.
Invisible is what I feel
It is who I am.
Tears fill my eyes as I walk among the street.
I am given looks of unapologetic glares.
Nobody seems to care.
Longing for somebody to be there,
I hold onto this feeling throughout the night.
I’m the ghost of a girl that I wish to be.
The loneliness is all that stays with me.
-Audra S.
Small backstory: I wrote this poem while I was in a toxic relationship. I felt stuck, and drained in a way that's hard to even explain. As of today, I am happy and proud to say I left.
To anyone who can relate, no matter what you are going through, please please remember to know your worth.
