Invisible Existence.

Your insecurities don't matter in the slightest. 

Everyone still crawls to you like they are thirsting and you are the well.

What you see is an emptiness, down in the depths of nothing.

No one cares, you're still a perfect little drop of sunshine.

Now, take away the adoration. Take away the courage.

What's left, sweetheart? A rotting piece of life.

You can see this and it tears you apart.

You're absolutely nothing; the wind blows you away.

Let's start again, shall we?

I can see you. You're so amazingly perfect from my perspective.

My future will change my views, but for now, where am I?

I don't know. I suppose I am invisible as the light summer breeze.

So, let me stand near you, and for a second pretend you love me.

Please? I want to survive, even if my existence is fleeting.

Am I someone?

I see your shame and pain. It rips me apart.

There's no hope.

All I can do is scream your name until my throat bleeds,

And you are......gone.

No wonder it is ending.

The walls are falling down.

I just can't be good enough for your perfection.

Can I call for help? Can I be saved?

No, I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you.

Just look beyond the caution sign, and drive off the cliff.

Vanished. Want to listen to me yet? Or am I still too insignificant?

Go ahead. It doesn't matter.

It just proves to me I am truly not good enough,

For you and all your sickening flaws.

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

What resentment flows through your chosen words, as they move through emotive imagery questioning and imploring a scene of desperation, muttering your conscious stream of passion is slowly wilting as the ashes float about your symphony, beautifully sorrowful with paralleling connotations, like it.