My existence is real,
my heart still beats and my mind is still filled with consciousness.
But it’s optional.
My heart and soul is a “sometimes”,
the “always” is the emptiness that is my reality.
And so, I am the ghost of all.
The past,
present,
and future.
My heart existed before you, during you, and after you.
And yet,
to you it was never enough.
You always wanted the ghosts that existed before me.
I made myself more invisible for you so you can heal,
but I lost myself in the process,
and I am now fading away forever.
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Angel Adagio
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This was so heartbreaking as well as relatable. Loved your poem!
Loneliness really is other people, sometimes. But there are perks to being invisible, too.