Sunday, March 9

Invisible

He asked me why I was wailing
But I told him that I don't cry.
His eyes, they stared right through me,
And I turned to see the lie.

There was a girl standing behind me
With tears swimming down her face
I moved my hand to wipe them off,
But all I felt was empty space.

I turned to sit on my bed and breathe,
But I started to sink endlessly.
I groped around for something to hold,
But he stood there laughing cruelly.

You'd be wrong to think I was a ghost, 
Because I hit the floor with a smack.
I had wished so badly I could disappear,
That I did it and couldn't turn back. 


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