I think I only realized lately why I hated goodbyes so much,
I always thought it was normal for a kid to hate this word so much,
But it isn't,
I only realized earlier that,
Whenever I said goodbye to someone,
They left,
And I never saw them again,
It's always the last word,
When someone dies,
Goodbye,
When you buy something at a store,
Goodbye,
When you visit your grandma for the last time,
Goodbye,
I hate it,
But it's life,
And I'm still left alone to 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...
