No sound, no image;
It’s like they don’t even exist

No one has the heart to look at them,
Thinking they will be looked down upon

Shunned by the world,
Left all to themselves.

If one trips and falls violently to their soul's grave,
Will anyone see them fall?

If one gets trampled by a hollowed fool,
Will anyone see them get hurt?

If one gets gets judged for something they can’t control,
Will anyone be there to wipe their tears?

In reality,
No one will be there for them.

They must find ways to cope,
Carve their skin and deprive from sleep.

There will be a day,
Where someone may rescue them out of the pit;

But until that person comes,
They are invisible.