Don’t pass me by,
don’t close your eyes.
This poem is not pretty,
this poem bleeds.
It’s the voice of someone who screams in silence,
the voice of one who was loved once
and then thrown into oblivion.
Do you know how it hurts to exist
when no one remembers your name?
There is no hope here,
no consolation,
only an open wound
that nobody chose to heal.
Imagine waking each morning
and discovering your life doesn’t matter,
that your laughter was lost to the air,
that your tears left no mark.
The world keeps turning, indifferent,
while I shatter into pieces.
And I write,
because it’s all I have left.
I write so someone will read me,
even for a second,
even if tomorrow you forget.
Read me,
because behind these lines
there is a heart no longer whole,
a soul collapsing with every verse.
Read me,
because this pain cannot bear the silence.
And when you finish,
when you close these lines,
perhaps you will understand
that whole lives are dying around you,
while no one looks.