I look down at my hands
There I see they seem to be fading away
I feel like a pill dissolving in a cup of waterI can no longer see my hands
Just a blur of my wrists
The fading continues
Why do I have to leave when everyone else can stay
I am leaving
Leaving forever
I try to call for help
But no one answers
I see everyone else carrying on
but no one talks
No one helps
I can tell they know I am here
Side glancesWhispers
They know I need help
Maybe they just don't want to
Maybe they don't want to be needing help too
Loneliness isn't contagious
I am fading more
Now I know they want no part of meNow I am almost gone
I will be gone forever
I wonder what they will do
When I am gone
I don't think they will care
If they don't care when I need help
Why would they care when I don'tThanks for reading
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Fading
PoetryAll the things that fade as we go on.... The life....the emotions and the materialistic objects