• Hello?
    Can anyone here me?
    Of course not.
    I'm "invisible."
    No one really cares if I'm there or not.
    So I take this knife,
    My real best friend.
    I slit my wrists,
    And the blood pours.
    Yet even then no one sees me.
    No one hears my agonized scream.
    So I cut even deeper.
    And yet,
    No one can see me at all.
    Dripping with red tears,
    I wash the blood that can be seen away,
    And the sink turns a sickly crimson.
    Women walk in and out,
    Never seeing what I was doing,
    Or my unnatural tears.
    Ignorance is a reflex to anything we can't understand,
    But also the blood that never washes away.