No one sees me.
Why does nobody see me?
Am I really that invisible?
Can nobody hear my cries?
I just want to be heard, seen, listened to,
But nobody sees me.
No one knows I exist
And I am forced to roam this empty hearted world for eternity,
Unheard, unseen, uncared for.
Nobody cares about ghosts.
They are dead already.
But are they really gone?
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