Love Poems & Poetry

Invisible, unseen, wishing it would all go away, just like a dream. She talks but no one remembers she was there. She feels that she’s not important enough for them to care. Internally dying. No pain for her crying. Everyone thinks she’s fine, but no one is really trying, to see what’s really wrong. She walks through the hallway, all alone, hoping someone would see the emotions that are never shown. But they keep walkning on, leaving her empty they walk by the invisible girl, never seeing she’s dying. Through their eyes, the girl is empty. But through my eyes, that girl…
Is me.

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