Notice me?
Why would you?
Could you?
I'm just an invisible being
In your eyes
I don't matter to you
I don't exist
I am a bunch of wasted cells and vital organs to you
An object per say
A person you pass in the hall
A stranger
Someone who looks into your eyes
But never is looked on
Something broken and used
Never to be seen at its full potential
No child wants a broken toy
So why would a man,
Want a broken woman?
YOU ARE READING
Time To Live.
PoetryYou wouldnt ever see it if you looked into their eyes. You have to look within and see how they truly are.
