you're falling
falling
falling
and you drift away as you're waiting for the final blow. no one will notice, right?
you have become invisible. it wasn't as if nobody could see you, they just chose to ignore you and your world got so lonely you started to believe it yourself. your existence was melting away like a snowflake on a warm hand either way.
you remember that one saying: you're not dead until your name is said for the last time,
but invisible girls have no names.
you're falling
falling
falling until you hit the hard ground and take your final breath.
invisible girl, you may have been dead for a while now.
YOU ARE READING
from my point of view
Poetryoffered her the world. she said she had her own. (you may consider this poetry, atleast I do.)
