I was so yesterday

And than I realized, I've never felt that I was a part of anything. I was never vital to somebody or some group of people. I was always just there breathing, talking (sometimes), and performing. I was used for what I was good for but once my usefulness had run dry I was thrown out. For short periods of time I have felt that I was needed and loved, but I was always proven otherwise. I am a second thought, always have been always will be. Second, number two, old news, not important anymore. Life as an invisible person, a rejected person is quite lonely. I wonder if you will ever know how you make all the lonely people in the world feel. Probably not, you don't want to see, so you wont. Someday you'll miss me.