He's invisible.
Everyone sees a faint silhouette of him,
But no one seems to care.
He's got no ambition,
He's only got despair.
Everything is his fault.
It has to be his fault.
He's drowning,
Even though he knows how to swim.
He can't bear this pain,
His skin is wearing thin.
In his eyes, he's disgusting.
Others can't imagine a life without
His humor, his smile, his laugh, his mind, his body, his curls.
He can't even fathom his life with these things.
He's important to many.
His personality keeps others alive.
I think I'd die without him.
[i'm sorry for this sucky poem that doesn't rhyme. it probably won't make you feel better, but i really love you babes. please keep fighting and please don't give up just yet. -mississippi]
