What is the point of living
if you are truly not alive
mere shadow in the world
Existing unnoticed by anyone
clothes mock starved skin
mimicking touch only felt in dreams
Passing through life silently
there is no reason to speak
and none wanting to listen
Time passes, hours and minutes
alone, each second a paper cut
slicing into what remains of me








Feeling invisible is one of the most desolate feelings.
You described it perfectly.
Been here.
I am so sorry you have been there – it is not a feeling I would wish on anyone. You are not alone. <3 Echo
Either are you💕