Invisible Me

Those silly days flash through my mind,
in the most crowded of places...
then, I cringe, as the guilt fills my heart,
at the sight of most familiar faces.

Your eyes run past me...
Am I a ghost now?
Just a Figment of mind...
Invisible to you somehow.

Thinking of all the mistakes...
And of how I hurt you bad...
Wish I knew what was at stake...
And now I can't move past my past.

If I could, I would take back
Every single thing I said and did,
And make myself cease to exist,
If that would help you a bit.

or may be I could forgive myself!
But I know that's too easy to say..
I feel so bad every single day,
Sometimes wish I was of clay.

But the way your eyes avoid mine...
Confuse me at times
Is this how it feels to be alive?
Or are they just deadly chimes?