Attention

I felt lost, ignored,

My thoughts always seemed gloomy,

Only invoking tears,  

And my life seemed to squander about

Not a word was thrown at me, nor a glance,

Everyone appeared to have time, but none for me,

My heart mouldered and my mind rotted slowly,

Atrophy slowly imprisoned my soul,

When I tried to deliberate a conversation,

'Attention seeker ', I was designated 

All hated me, never a one stood up for me,

Until I was neck deep in the flood of hate and remorse 

The next day, all of those had a surprise,  

My fallen figure, freed soul welcomed their morning,

If this was not a shock for them, the next would be,

I had written all their names in my suicide recite