Amidst all the noise,
All the chaos,
All the people,
All the voices,
I am silent.
Screaming to be heard,
With every fiber of my being,
With every look,
Every movement,
But the words never leave my mouth.
I'm here
I scream
See me
I plead
With everything
But my own two lips.
And no one hears.
No one cares.
No one listens.
No one wants to.
Amidst all the noise,
All the chaos,
I am invisible,
I am unseen.
Like I'm not here at all.
Do I exist,
in any of your eyes?
Am I heard,
in any of your ears?
Am I cared for,
by any of your hearts?
I am silent.
I am invisible.
But I am here.
Do you care?
Will you ever?
I'll never know.
YOU ARE READING
Breath
Poetrybreath /breTH/ noun archaic the power of breathing; life. synonyms: life, life force