I almost died.
I remember it,
I really tried.
I'm not sure,
How I'm here.
Did I fail?
One thing clear,
Is I'm not here.
Not really,
Not like you.
I know little,
But I still do
Try to be seen.
Maybe I can't be,
Maybe I'm not,
Cause you see,
I'm never noticed.
Maybe I didn't live,
Maybe I'm dead.
No one has heard,
Anything I said.
I think I'm not here.
So let's raise a toast,
To the lonely me,
A floating ghost.
YOU ARE READING
Specks in my eye
PoëzieThis is a collection of my poetry from over the years. I have used it to cope with many things throughout my life. I like being able to put words to how I feel. Please be aware this will touch on sensitive topics seeing as it is a coping mechanism f...
