I don't really exist.

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The thoughts screaming,

loudly, too loudly.

They want me to scream,

as loudly as they do.

"Can't you see me?"

"How do you not know?"

"I'm faking this."

"I'm a huge mistake!"

"I hate myself!"

"I don't know who I am!"

"Do you even care?"

Nobody notices my pain.

Nobody pays attention to me.

I want to just be invisible,

but I know I'm not,

and that makes it hurt worse.

People see me,

but don't really see me.

People know me,

but don't really know me.

People love me,

but don't really love me.

How can they see, know, or love somebody who doesn't really exist?

I used to exist,

long ago.

I used to know who I was.

I used to really smile, laugh, have fun, love, and live.

Then my world came crashing down on me.

Nobody came to my rescue.

I was alone,

I am alone.

Now that person is trapped deep inside.

Fighting demons.

Holding so much pain.

Losing everyone.

Feeling worthless.

Lost.

Giving up slowly.

Losing battles.

Falling deeper.

Stuck in the forever darkness.

Gave up hope of finding light, safety, love, or freedom.

That person is gone.

Replaced by this person.

This person who always smiles.

Keeping the pain away.

Laughing at everything.

Holding herself together.

Around others, she is strong and happy but,

everyone still leaves her.

Disappears.

Why?

What's wrong with her?

At night we both collide.

We cry together.

We ask why together.

Wish for the same things.

In the end, she pushes me away again.

So far away.

I'm so lost.

She gives up.

I give up.

She's gone.

I'm gone.

She's done.

I'm....dead.

I don't exist anymore.

She does.

~JescaRose.<3

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