The nights grow cold and so does the lump of muscle I call a heart
Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP! I yell
Nothing.
Does anyone notice?
Does anyone hear?
Am I painting pictures no one sees,
singing songs no one hears?
They talk to me but say nothing.
I say nothing back and the pattern repeats.
We talk and talk and it bothers me
Makes me uneasy
To think I'll live like this for forever
Forever, or for as far as I can see.
I'm here but they walk through me
Invisible is what I am
Did I choose this or did they?
I don't think I want to know
YOU ARE READING
a collection of unrelated writings
Poesiea collection of lyrics, poetry, passages etc. i wrote during an odd period in my life. maybe someone will find this and relate or not feel as lonely. This isn't really meant for the public, its more for me, just so I can have a place to put all my...
