A shadow of what I once was--
And just as invisible as before.
I live in the dark
And no one knows to what extent
The depths lay--
Who would try to understand
Someone living in the shadows?

My swollen bleeding feet
After being lost
For so long,
Shredded on the harsh words and sharp remarks
Await the day they will find rest.
Even for a bit,
If only for a word.

But a word isn't enough.
Any sincere supplication I see right through.
The motives abusive--
I slowly crumble,
Leaving the ground dusted where I stood.

I take refuge in the dark
Hoping they can't find me,
But waiting for the day I will be found.