Times when they look right pass me,
Times when I'm totally ignored.
I feel like I'm a ghost that they cannot see,
As oblivious as a rock.

A ghost that is born through suffering,
A ghost that people avoid.
A ghost is transparent to everything,
A ghost which is nothing but a void.

As I wander around places seeing those still walking,
I wonder how it is like to have a life.
I dreamt that such a privilege will be mesmerizing,
Hoping one day, I'll finally be "alive"

It's heart rending to see others living it,
Playing with each other and having fun.
Not joining them is like being trapped in a pit,
Always knowing that the chances to escape is none.

Now I've come to terms with my own body,
No one can see me, that's how I've been made.
However it doesn't mean that I'll be forever lonely,
Who says I'll never meet someone else equally as dead?