I used to think that my words exist because of you

I write because that is my way to communicate with you

Hoping that you will read this in the next seconds, minutes and hours

Even if you are busy reading other’s piece

This is not a poem. This is not a song. This is not a story

This is my words. This is a message. Unread message

You notice me and you heard my voice not the words

You see me but looks like you got dissapointed

And you ignore me till the end