I feel as if I am invisible.
People walk pass me and don't even look.
No one talks to me.
I sit all alone in the dark.
Drowning myself in my sorrows as I bring out the knife.
I look at how sharp it looks.
The stains of blood on the floor.
As I slide it against my skin,
I think of all the bad.
I cut until I am satisfied.
Tonight, I might not be satisfied.
A note left my the knife as I lay there,
Surrounded in my puddle of blood and tears.
I feel as if I am invisible.
Guess I am now...
