Think Of Me

I walk around the city.
No even thinks of me.
I come home.
I sit in my room all alone.
I've been in relationships.
Being used more than twice.
Have you ever felt special?
I wasn't even called beautiful.
Am I even good enough.
I am tired.
I am exhausted.
I am close to burning myself out.
I am still here.
but no one thinks of me.
I cry in tears
but no one sees if it is real.