Sometimes I feel terribly lonely.
Sometimes I feel as though I do not matter.
Sometimes I feel as though my words are unseen, unheard, unheeded, unwanted, unwelcome.
Sometimes I wonder how long I'm supposed to keep reaching, when what Iam reaching for pulls away.
Sometimes I wonder if I am only here to do the work so that someone else can have the love.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever feel as though I count for anything.
Sometimes I wish I, too, had another lover, someone to talk to, someone who didn't make me feel unseen, unheard, unheeded, unwanted, unwelcome, someone who would help drive away this hurt, lonely feeling that weighs me down, wears me out.