Dead
I slowly die inside
From all the times I've cried.
(I've cried for you.)
You look at me
With your beautiful eyes
You look right through me
Like I was never alive.
I am invisible
I always will be to you.
For some reason I knew
I would always be like
This to you.
I wish you were missin' me
Like I was missin' you
But no matter what I do
I am always dead to you.
Copyright © Briana Lynn Minard-Adler | Year Posted 2012
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