I’m here, they’re here.
Where am I?
Invisible, alone.
Not heard, not seen, I don’t excist.
Quiet, all by myself.
Useless, can’t be heard.
Sad, angry, unimportant.
That’s what I am.
Lonely, can’t breathe.
Alone, without help.
Lost, never to be found.
In a place that never excisted.