Invisible

I slowly unravel before your eyes,

but you are so blinded by your own pain

that you can't see.

I walk on nails,

trip over desire,

bleed passion,

cry oceans,

but you can't hear

my screams.

They are like a distant hum to you,

an insignificant noise

that you have no need of.

I lay naked and bleeding on the floor

while you step over me.

Sometimes I wonder if I am really here.

Sometimes I wonder if I am invisible...

just a figment of my own quite vivid

imagination.