Hard to tell of I even exist anymore
I am as invisible as a ghost
I'm only acknowledged when I do damage
Or something you don't appreciate
So I lock myself up in my cage of a room and waste the time that crawls by. You see me as a seed, ready to be put in good dirt to bloom to a rose but what you don't see is I'm a slimy piece of plastic from the trash. I'm a stench you can't wash out, a stench you can't outrun and I'm so sorry for polluting you. Because you really are a seed that is ready to bloom and be admired but I'm nothing. And I'm sorry you dragged me around only to get carpal tunnel and be in pain. If I could is steal your pain. I swim in pain all day, everyday, so it wouldn't be such a hit to me. But the day you left me I received a huge hole in my heart that you ripped and I can't sew it back together again