Nothing will ever be enough for me,
I could starve myself,
Make myself throw up,
Slit my wrists,
But even so,
It would still not be enough for my stupid brain,
And I don't think anything ever will,
And the worst part is that no one will even notice,
I'd still be,
Invisible
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The Art Of Being: Invisible || p o e t r y
PoetryHave you ever wondered what happens in someone's mind? Whenever you passed them in the hallways or just looked at them and smiled? When you notice them sitting alone and walking looking down at the floor? We all seen at least one person always alone...
