He threw things at me

Once again

During his diper change

When he wasnt supposed to

I once again

Told you

About it

Like I always fo

And you

Once again

Ignored every word

that left my mouth

I went into the family room

While my dad was in the kitchen afterwards

And picked up everything he threw

And said loudly that he threw it at me. Ignored

I tell you things about my stroies

My drawings and interests

Each and every day

And you ignore me

I tell you what my siblings do

To me each day

Claw me, pull my hair, kick me, punch me

How is it, that you somehow don’t hear me?

Why is your attention

Your love

Your listening ears

Your care

Just out of reach for me?

I don’t feel loved

Or heard

Or seen

It’s crazy why I need my phone

Why am I so attached?

Why do I love it so?

Maybe it’s because

The people on my phone

Give me more love

More care

More attention

Then you ever do to me

And for that

I thank them

Every one who follows, comments, chats, reads, supports

_Thank you_

I don’t say it that much

Or at all

But I am so very thankful

For everyone across the screen

Their looks may be

Out of reach for me

But their care and attention and love

Shows more then yours does

I was feeling very shitty last night with my siblings and parents bullshit they do then I got to thanking and yeah. This is the aftermath of my thinking. And I DO mean the thank you to the readers, my followers, the ones who comment and like and chat and support. I am so very grateful for all of you 🫶 Thank you so much 💜