You are the pebble
That makes no ripple
When it strikes the water
Your presence causes no effect
No sadness, no laughter
I see you in a thousand shadows
Still as absent as you ever were
A figment of imagination
Nothing more than solid emotion
To get attention these days
We must carve our arms away
Or scream until we’re coughing blood
Or die from dehydration because we’ve cried too much
No one offers help
Unless it is screamed
It is not given
When asked politely
I am the pebble
That makes no ripple
When I strike the water
My presence creates no effect
Not hate nor happiness either
I move within a thousand shadows
I’m still as absent as I ever was
I’m a figment of my own imagination
I’m nothing more than moving emotion