I'm fading, disappearing.
It's clear now that I'm fake;
I'm not really here,
I shouldn't be.
I don't belong here.
The pictures in which I were once in
No longer exist.
I'm not just invisible,
But I'm gone completely.
My room doesn't exist,
My possessions are just everyday objects,
My voice is just an echo in the wind,
And I'm only a fading shadow.
It's like I'm dead,
But I was never alive.