Young Writers Society

I’m like the ghost that’s never been
Nobody looks up when I walk in

I’ve left my mark on none that see
I don’t think they’ll remember me

In hallways at my school
Where the jocks and sluts are cool

I’m shoved out of the way
I feel like a blur of grey

No matter what I do
I’ll never be with you

In the blackness of the night
It seems so dark and yet so bright

In the summer when you’re here
You’ll be smoking and drinking beer

While I’m hiding in my room
Thinking about my doom

I’m losing all my hope
It’s getting really hard to cope

I remember being seen
You don’t know what that really means

The only reason I’m not consumed
That gets me through my days of gloom

Is the thought of someday knowing
That sometimes you saw me too

Brought back into reality
I’m just another fatality

I’m sinking deeper into my mind
And if I overdosed and died

If I were to jump today
I wonder what they’d say

Who would care that I was gone
And who would sit back and yawn

I think you’d be another of those
Who’d drop by with a single rose

I think my time has come

I needed to be seen
But you looked right through me

I was just a prop to you
Something that you could use

My life may have been in vain
And others may survive the pain

But if nobody noticed my life
Maybe they’ll think of that knife

And next time a girl is clear
Maybe they’ll feel some fear

And notice before she becomes me