why is dying our daydream?
are things as bad as they seem?
We daydream of dying
like they'll all be crying
constantly kept up at night
like my life wasn't just trite
like the funeral will have people crying
and people caring
that every time they saw me
i was dying
that they aren't just there for popularity
but it's too good to be true
reality brings me to my knees
all i ever wanted was for someone to see me
has anyone ever see me?
i guess i'm as invisible as i seem
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Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
