You look through me,
Like crystal glass.
You treat me like nothing,
Not even trash.
Why won't you notice?
Why won't you care?
What can I do?
To prove that I'm there?
If I bruise my skin,
If I shed a tear,
If I cut my face,
Will it prove that I'm here?
If I shoot up drugs,
If I slit my wrists,
If I cause myself pain,
Will it prove I exist?
And although I hurt,
No matter what I try,
I'm still…not living…
In your oblivious eyes…
So maybe if I hurt,
So maybe if I cry,
Just maybe if I was dead,
It'd prove I was alive.
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This drabble is about the feelings Raemond (Xed's Somebody) had throughout her life. Pretty sad, isn't it? This was actually a poem I wrote in 8th grade, just to freak out my friends. And it worked. I don't think like this at all.
(If you're interested in reading her story, please look out for (the newly titled) Comatose. It was originally named 'Nobody, Not a Somebody', but I changed my mind.)
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