I seem invisible to you all now in this moment in time...
Or maybe it's just that you're all blind
And can't see how painful living is for me...
It stabs deeper than a knife into my soul
Leaving this black gaping hole...
That I fill with temporary relief
Hoping to replace the pain and grief
But wait until the morning that they find me dead...
They will all be thinking of the things they should have said...
YOU ARE READING
Everything I Never Said...
PoetryA collection of poems I have written that explain me...