Am I Even Visible

Shard of glass
drops the blood
Could have saved me?
No one
Empty promises
washed down the drain
Memories cut deep
harmful even in sleep
I'm always alone
in this broken home
There's too much blood
I'm not safe
In this nightmare

















To me, being invisible means that nobody really cares about you. Nobody notices you, you just float through existence until you die..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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