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No one ever answers
or says to me, “Good bye”
no passerby will wave
or greet me with a, “Hi”
I live each day alone,
sorrow is my home

I’ve never seen a smile
nor heard a laugh or praise
I stroll through the shadows
and my life is a daze
to nights, my days are turning,
like a worm, I’m squirming

No one knows my name
or has told me theirs
I’ve tried to kill myself
but no one ever cares
with hatred as my prompter,
through sadness, I will saunter

I know this can’t be true
but I’m not one to trust
I know I’ll be alone
as I turn to dust
I’m much more than dismissible,
I must be invisible.

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