'I Love You' 'Okay'

'I love you'
'Okay, go to bed'
'Goodnight?'
Nothing else said.

She'd then walk upstairs,
And softly sigh,
'They'll never say it back'
And then she'd cry.

This never changed,
It happened every night,
She'd keep saying it to them,
Hoping they might.

But they didn't,
And she was only five,
She didn't think they wanted her,
Like she wasn't meant to be alive.

She'd smile at them,
They'd just turn away,
It was always like this,
Day after day.

It's twelve years later,
And I'm now seventeen,
They still don't say it back,
They don't say things they don't mean.

Maybe I was never wanted,
Maybe I wasn't supposed to be here,
Maybe I can't be loved,
Maybe I should just disappear.

I don't mean anything, to anyone.