silence.
people see me
but they can't
they walk past like
i am nothing.
i don't want to be nothing.
people can hear, but not listen.
you're either something or you're not.
i can't make a sound.
no one can find me.
i'm lost
in my own mind
running
breathing
living.
but not.
i'm trapped
in a room with myself.
the scariest place to be
if you're me.
the room goes dark,
and so do i.
i can't change humanity
i can't help society.
i. am. nothing.
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Words Left Unsaid
Poesíabook i have to write for school mostly vent poetry or other stuff trigger warnings possible
