Things Unseen

 Her pillow absorbs her tears
as she cries herself to sleep.
Her parents are yelling again
and her pain is more than skin-deep.

He goes to school like nothing is wrong,
walks the crowded hallways, class to class;
and no one even hears him-
hears him scream his song.

And as she bears her beloved journal,
she scribbles away the inner pain.
Writings of all sorts and drawings allow her,
allow her to almost feel whole again.

 Black cotton sweatshirts is all he wears,for only one good reason,
to cover  blood stained arms-gashed wrists;
and no one even asks why, his undereyes are blackened-
it is because he has stayed up all night, his life is his own prison.

And as we roam about the day,
no one even seems to see care-
not one person has anything to say,
we are invisble, it is as if we are not even there.

Not one person notices,anything that does not include them
you and me are just another thread in the hem.
 

Author's Note

I purposely used "she" and "he", because I wanted this to apply to everyone, which is then why I used "we".

Reviews

[Andrew'sWonderland]

I found this to be rather chilling! It really is horrible when you feel as if no ones there, no ones listening; but just remember that you are never alone! I really enjoyed your write here and can definitely feel the emotions!! Had I been one who was there at the scene, I would have noticed and lent out a helping hand as I have done for many others who have felt the same way. Once again, GREAT WRITE!!

[Dillon Cotter]

good points of view, seeing her actions and his, as well as the overwhelming emotion. great!

[Dominic Rosales]

Great poem and very emotional. I feel the pain in the character(s) and feel how you want the character to feel. Great write and is something that I can't even forget now that I possess this in my mind. Great write, it inspires me! :)

[deeps]

Wow! such a cold write here
I can feel the bitter emotion
Well written and expressed though.
Like this.

[imawriter]

just another thread in the hem.--------- what a great line. I felt that way in high school too.. invisible....funny thing about it though.. i always seemed to be the kid that the other invisibles came to for help.. wow... i just realized how weird that sounded! Its a great poem