Thanks so much for reminding me that I mean nothing

Sitting here listening to silence

I poured my heart into a letter and sent it

You sit there playing a game

I wonder if I matter to you at all

You don't even wonder after my silence

Randomly you may ask what I'm typing

I tell you for the second time I'm writing what's on my mind

You obviously aren't listening, nor do you care

You must be so bored with me, playing games with my heart

I care and you pretend to

I love and you pretend to

Yes let's pretend I matter

Isn't it better to pretend?

Who will know, surely not the foolish girl who gave you her heart

Surely not the already broken girl, what does she matter?

So what now, need more darts to through at my heart?

Here let me get you more, we don't want you bored

Lets be thorough though, tear it out first

Don't forget to shred the pieces

I like it stomped on too, can you do that for me?

Tomorrow we'll be happy again

You'll explain to me that you were just distracted

I'll chuckle and try to sound sincere

Keeping inside that it hurts that I am not interesting enough

Not telling you, what I already wrote in my letter

If you cared, if it mattered you'd read it or ask me

Thanks so much for reminding me that I mean nothing.

Reviews

I absolutely love this poem. This is my favorite line: "So what now, need more darts to through at my heart?

Here let me get you more, we don't want you bored" Honestly, I wouldn't change a thing about the poem.
P.S. I'm adding it to my library.