I'm a ghost in my own house
The girl I was is dead.
She's not coming back
Fuck her
This is me now
I float through the halls
Silent
d
ignored
I feel like I died in my bed
Their silence informs me of my own death
They don't think my tears are true.
Nothing I say is real to them
I don't exist
My problems don't exist
My tears are ignored
My screams
My cries
My sobs in the dark
All ignored
Like they can't hear me
I don't exist
But I see my writing
and it's the only proof that I'm really here.