I gave you the world, you threw it away
Leaving these broken pieces behind you
Everything wasted, nothing to say
Why should I go and fall apart for you?
but i still do...

when everyone you love
love's a different version of you
how is one supposed to pick,
which one to stick too?

which one is the one?
the one you really truly are?
the one that makes you, you?

or do you ever need picking?

When did I become invisible? When did people almost walk right into me? When did I stop being acknowledged?

I don’t recall the year, the month, the day, or the time. It was as if I entered a different universe full of strangers.

They are young and bustling, a word that would never trip off their immortal tongues, these people of now.

I want to let them in on the secret, but they wouldn’t believe me. Because they don’t see me. See me no more.