Hidden

I hide, 
You won't see me for several days.
I search,
Wandering for hours on end,
 I'm constantly in thought,
No sleep needed.
Deprived of love still needed for the proper growth,
Deprived of smiles,
Deprived of childhood that I need back.
I have been told I'm crazy,
Others have said I need therapy,
I don't want therapy,
I want my mother to love me,
I want my father to be in my life,
I want to protect my heart,
I want things to be better,
I want to fall asleep without crying to get there,
I want the pain to go away without thinking about slitting my wrist.
I want things to be normal and
to happen like the movies.
I wish for a guide book.
Something better.

I feel:
unloved,
unwanted,
unneeded,
not important,
Like no one cares or seems to understand.

I cry and no one sees
I yell as loud as I can and no one hears,
I am here but not seen,
Unoticed
I might as well as be invisible,
As if any would actually care?