You look
At me

But you don't
see me.

You look past me
not at me.

You talk
At me

So you don't
hear me.

I say something
you don't try.

These words
that I type.

Are all I
have left.

The words that I say
never are worth it.

I wonder then
am I here?

If no one hears me
or sees me.

Do I even
exist?

Or is this some
cheap trick.

To get me to break
to get me to fail.

The world knows
that I'm not that far off.

The end is not near
I have much time left.

This is unfortunate
just because.

Because I don't have
much left to say.

Say what I don't know
or probably ever will.

But I bid you ado
because closing for today.

Draws near.