Invisible
I listen and watch as the world passes by my presence,
My voice unheard and unspeakable,
I try and look in the mirror but nothing is there,
I try to tell someone that I love them but they pass through me as thou I were a ghost,
But I see myself, and can hear my voice,
So do I exist, or do I not,
I feel as though I am invisible,
Everything I seem to touch I fall through it,
With nothing I can do and nothing I can say will ever be heard,
The feeling of being trapped grows bigger and the space even smaller,
Cursed by this bad luck of misfortune,
And as though drive by something else,
I walk straight to cemetery, as though a ghost I walk in search of my grave,
To find my grave, brings the sadness to my heart,
Invisible no one can hear me or see me cry,
Then a figure pass by me and lays a retch on my grave, decorated with a single red ribbon,
With their head held low, they start to cry and wish that they had given me a chance,
They say without me nothing seems the same, none of my friends talk any more,
All too sad and hurt by my misfortune,
I say to myself I shouldn’t have given up so early,
Invisible and gone I can do nothing to change the future or the past,
The present ruined forever by a mistake not foreseen.