Mist

  There are times I simply want to matter to someone.....anyone.
  There are days when I wonder if there is anyone out there that wants to talk to me as much as I want to talk to them.
  I wonder if it's only me walking through this endless gray cloud alone.
  I wonder if anyone will see me thru this heavy gray cloud or if I'll disappear within it. To be ever alone missing ones that dont miss me, not to talk to anyone since they wouldn't notice me gone anyway.
   This endless heavy gray cloud is eating me alive. I used to ask if anyone would save me. Now I am left to wonder if anyone would even care enough to see me.