Dead

by Pretty Punk Princess   Jan 29, 2012


I slowly die inside,
From all of the times I've cried.
You look at me,
With your beautiful blue eyes.
You look right through me,
As if I'm not alive.
I am invisible,
I always will be to you.
For some strange reason I knew,
I would always be like this to you.
I wish you were missing me,
Like I was missing you.
But no matter what I do,
I will always be dead to you

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