Invisible me
is not seen as a priority
life is forever on hold
already retired and old.
A name to put towards the pain
would ease the strain
of wasting away
it always feels wrong to pray.
But it’s sometimes not wished for
because you know that with it you’d still feel alien and sore.
Invisible me
is not seen as a priority
memories of clean rooms
darkened by judgement
no longer seen as a place for healing
remembered as a place best described as this inward pain turned out
taken in by a trusted but susceptible mind and sent back out again through words.
In a warped version of life
In a vision, good news turns all bad when the future was supposed to have something to make me glad.
Thank you for reading! ❤ I hope you’re having a lovely day!
Elsie LMC 
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