Invisible

Am I invisible or do people choose not to see? The pain is invisible on the surface but look inside and you will see. The gaping hole where my heart, lungs and brain used to be is either missing, dead or simply ceases to be. I miss the simple things in life like when I used to take a breath and that would satisfy me. Now when I breathe the gaping hole is not so easy to see, but stand in my shoes for just one moment and you will certainly agree that this pain is simply a part of me. Do I want this pain to go, or am I a martyr who simply must grow? Is it right that I feel like this, without pain I’m simply not me, I thrive in darkness and in the shadows that creep over me my lungs fill not with love but with empathy. This black thick air that’s filing me also runs in my veins and seeps out of me. I long for the day when I’m happy just being me, but that day won’t come because I am not in pain, pain is simply me. Days are dark, and my heart is cold, will this fire I seek ever fold. I yearn for light but these demons wont loose hold, because they have finally found their human soul.