My name is Sara, and I am a Nobody.These are things I feel, like, created, remembered, etc. Not that anyone cares anyway.
Everything I do enrages you. I can never get it right.
Everything I say angers you, so why should I even try?
Every question I ask stresses you out, so I’ve stopped expecting answers.
Every tone in my voice pisses you off, so I won’t utter any more words.
Every moment that I stay silent, surprisingly still upsets.
Every day I go insane, you’re messing with my head.
Everything I try to do just makes the problem worse.
Everything that you do makes my head pound with much force.
Every time I make you cry, it truly pains my heart to see it.
Every day I tell you I love you, and I promise I truly mean it.
Maybe… Kind of.
Really? Thats all?
It feels like 0.
I am like a pest.
I am unimportant.