There is no longer desire within my heart,
Just an aching sense of wanting to be alive,
For all the years I’ve walked alone,
My un-noticed existance makes me think I’m dead.
Nothing more than a ghost in the shadows,
Another nameless one in the crowd,
Am I just a number to be known as?
Another face that one one sees?
I doubt there’s a time when I am noticed,
Feel blood course once more through my veins,
I shall forever be lost within the masses,
Confined to walk the world a lonely man.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
Well, I for one See you. I notice you.
But, lord, how many times I’ve felt just like this myself. Most days, really, if I’m honest with myself.
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If we’re all honest with ourselves, I think we all feel this way from time to time. Thanks for seeing me btw.
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