girldiscarded

60 days unwashed

can’t bear the feeling of my skin

pretending it doesn’t bother me because complaining isn’t fit for someone who needs 24/7 care

if i mattered would that care be given?

do i deserve to be clean, even if i can’t do it myself?

do i deserve dignity?

a life doctors don’t care to preserve

a life family has decided to not take seriously

a life friends have left

slowly wasting away,

unnoticed,

discarded

we haven’t spoken in 3 years.

all i’ve known before you was abuse

all i’ve known after you has been abuse.

what is ‘the best’?

is it coming soon?

are you sure it’s not you?

i’d be okay with you being the best i receive.

i really miss you.

am I a memory?

do I get replayed?

or,

do I collect dust.

would you polish me,

if I needed it?

would you stop me from being forgotten?

or,

would you place me back on the shelf,

leaving me trapped.

would you save me if you knew?

am I a thought?

fleeting,

or constant?

is my heart oppressing me by clinging to you?

should I succumb to my woes?

or,