Why is it whenever I talk, I’m ignored.
Whenever I write, I’m ignored.
Whenever I draw I’m ignored.
I’m tired of being ignored.
…But at the same time, I want to be ignored.
I stay in my room, for long periods of time.
I don’t talk to people.
I hate it when people touch me.
Maybe I don’t talk because I’ll know I’ll be ignored.
It’s happened enough times.
Being ignored is rejection.
And rejection is like a knife to my heart.
I’ve now shut myself away to keep from getting hurt.