How I feel at the moment. Invisible. Useless. Undeniably nonexistent. o\\

I don't stare at the sky and wonder why.
I stare at my ceiling fight the urge to cry,
I mean, let's be real, what have I become.
Useless, pathetic, and soon to be alone,
waiting for the inexistent paradigm of a drug.

Between Scylla and Charybdis I stand
with an eternity of hate on both ends.
I grow jealous, I grow angry--
I grow lonely. I guess it's true that it's all pretend.
I feel dead.

I feel as if my presence doesn't matter to you or I,
and that by the time your finished reading this?
That you'll forget I exist. That I'm an entity.
But I guess that's normal and all this isn't a movie or a flick.
I feel inivisble.


Submitted: July 01, 2011

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Baxter

I read your bio and I think your poetry is a reflection of who you are and I dig it :)

if you like reading poetry and want to check mine out, I appreciate any kinds of feedback

Best wishes!

Tue, July 12th, 2011 3:59am

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