Can anyone even hear me?

Please understand me when I say
I am not here.
Though spending 24 hours in one day
sharing this infected air I breathe
witnessing the tragedies & discoveries by the campfire of life that you have created
I am not here.

You're talking, speaking the words of every ink bled page in your filthy book
& I sit there with ears wide shut 
yet taking in every simple syllable you spew.
Looking in my eyes, expecting an original reaction 
yet you fail to realize
I am not here.

We cross paths incessantly & see these isolated soul cages.
However, I am pleading & begging for you to come to terms with what I am saying:
I am not here.

Stop this insanity
Stop the hallucinations
You claim to have this knowledge of me that I cannot confirm
It is false & unreal
but I'm sure you're used to that already.

You see me but you can't see me.
To you, I have become more transparent than oxygen
yet as solid as the surface you walk upon.

To you, my significance level cannot possibly surpass those you teach yourself to cherish
yet somehow, for some unknown reason
you forget to remember me.

Excuse me, but when does everyone get to see that my absence
is contaminating their worlds?

When does everyone get to see that I am just as alive
as they are to me?

This question invades my heart & mind
but when they do, when they learn to care enough
I'll be waiting at their doorstep with the hope
that maybe, just maybe, they'll bring me back