Forgotten

People walk right by me,

They don’t give the slightest glance,

Am I real? Am I here?

It hurts to think about it,

Yet I need to know the truth,

I start hurting myself,

No one seems to notice,

Even though the pain is real,

I stab myself,

Blood pours everywhere,

No one seems to realize,

I must not be real,

I don’t want to be here,

Two stabs later,

I am finally gone,

Does anyone notice?