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Father
You walk in the room.
You do not see me.
You do not feel me,
nor realize I am there.
Father I have forsaken you.
But I am not dead.
No, I am very much alive,
and it’s killing me.
You walk in the room.
You do not see me.
You do not feel me,
nor realize I am there.
Father I have forsaken you.
But I am not dead.
No, I am very much alive,
and it’s killing me.
I LOVE this poem it's very short and simple in syle but it speaks volumes of pain.