I want to be part of that.

I watch the others.
Everyone else.
With their laughter
Their friendships
Their smiles
I want that.

I walk alone in the city.
To and from work.
Feeling crushed broken
Alone Sad.
Afraid.
I want to be like the others.

I wonder what it's like.
To be liked.
To be loved.
To be accepted.
To belong.
I want to be part of that.

I feel like a ghost.
Am I even real.
Do people even see me.
I'm so sad, all the time.
Just there constantly.
I want to be someone else.

I want to be somewhere else.
I want to be part of something.
I want someone to choose me.
I want someone to stay.
I'm tired of my life.
Of struggle.

I'm tired of striving
Wishing
Wanting
So tired
So alone.