I’m trapped.

You don’t love me, you don’t hate me.
I’m just there.
Drifting, floating.
In mid air.

I’m stuck.

Between the pages you don’t care to turn.
For when its my turn.
I’ll tell the story that refuses to be heard.

I'm hurting.

Love me, hold me.
But because you want to.
Not because your told to.

I’m losing.

My sanity remains uncertain.
Your long forgotten child, please pull back the curtain

I am lost.