Am I really here,alive?
I feel like I'm some sort of a ghost,
I'm there,
but you don't seem to notice,
I watch you
but you don't watch me,
I finished all my tears
while waiting for you,
just like a soul in pain
I'm walking around the house,
silently,
waiting for someone to notice,
notice how broken I am,
but no one will ever do,
because I'm a ghost in this world
too big for me to fit in.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for who needs it
Poetrypoetry isn't meant to cure pain but to testimoniate it.
