If I'm alive,
Why do I feel so dead?
Invisible
No one can see me
No one cares how I feel
No one cares if I'm here or not
I'm a ghost
The living dead
A spirit living among humans
I watch them
They're so happy
Some hug, hold hands, or kiss
Others laugh and play
They're alive, yet nothing like me
They go outside and play sports
I stay inside and hold my breath
Until my face turns purple
Then my dreams try to stop me
I stop, but not for long
The humans have parties
With music and dancing
I have a party of wrist-cutting
And pulling my hair out
They all stay up late, laughing through the night
My screams keep me up as I try to cry myself to sleep
My screams are loud
But no one hears them
Does anyone care?
Did anyone ever care?
Does anyone love me?
Does anyone even like me?
Can anyone see me at all?
Do humans cry?
Do they cry like I do?
How come I can see them,
But they can't see me?
I want them to feel the pain I feel
I want them to understand
But will they?