I often feel as though no one notices my existence. I run through life, aching and screaming while others pass at a distance, their eyes glazed over with the effort of seeing only what they want to. I wonder, sometimes, what would happen if we all said what we're really feeling and whether the pretence that we base our lives on is pure stupidity or survival instinct. Never discount evolution.
I am the shadow of my life.
I am the flesh of the naked,
the dirt of the poor,
the heart of the dead.
Wherever I go, a piece is ripped
Away and left to grow with you.
Alone, I close my eyes.
I cry for you.
I cry for You.
You are the purple of the bruise.
You are the taste of tears,
The waste of words.
I am the shadow of my life.
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