You Don’t See Me

You don't see me but here I am, a walking ghost stuck in a shell of rotting flesh and a torturous Hell!

You don't see me as I scream that I'm still here. You look right through me as if I'm no where near!

I beg for you to hear me but you don't even look up, the breath from my invisible screams doesn't even reach you to touch.

Though you don't see me, hear me or care; I take in every negative thought of your silent unbelieving stare. You look right through me disgusted and unaware of just how painful it is to be a ghost still alive in a rotting fleshly shell.