One click, two clicks as they are locked within the chamber.
Trapped within themselves, stoking coals red hot with anger.

Because...

Kindness is a trinket, and people value it as much.
An ornament worth a look, but seldom worth a touch.

And now...

Sitting in this chamber, who I am remains unseen.
I could not cut enough to show what lies beneath.

And still...

I am who I am, and this world will not change me.
I will be who I am, this pain will not derange me.

And I wish...

I wish that all they saw was the color of my soul.
I wish my story mattered to them a bit more.

But now...

One click, two clicks with a hollow point in the chamber.
Freedom from myself, soaking walls blood red with anger.

do you ever feel like...
like you're ethereal, ghostly?
a fantasy existing in your own mind.
maybe the reason they don't see you is
because you're not real.


do you ever feel like...
like you walk alone in company?
flitting through dimensions,
enough in their world to exist
but wholly invisible within yours.


do you

do you ever wish

to be seen?
that someone would just
******* notice you for once?

Way 1.
In your eyes
I am
a shadow.
I live
without reason.
You see nothing.
A blank space
that passes you by on the way
to die.
There is nothing left.

Way 2.
In your eyes
you see nothing.
I am
A blank space.
A shadow
That passes you by on the way.
I live
to die.
Without reason
there is nothing left.