Poems I write when I'm bored .-.

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Invisible to many, noticed by none,

she sits in the corner of the room, alone.

She's tired, she's empty, doesn't know what she's become,

sitting alone, in the background.

She wonders if things will ever get better,

or if she died today, would anyone remember her?

She can't take the pain of being alone,

sitting in the background, tears streaming down her face,

no one can see her, and nobody cares.

She hears the demons in her mind,

tries not to listen, but fails every time,

all hope has run out for her, time is running out,

she'll stay there, alone, until she dies, in the background,

where she lies, lifeless body, pale and cold, lying there, all alone.