Fade

Fade away to nothing,

there but removed,

Like a human inflicted purgatory, 

for sins not committed by you.

You stand behind the crowd of them,

Screaming to be noticed.

The mockery of onlookers unbearably evident.

There in their midst,

yet your presence removed by their intended ignorance.

You are left to watch as a part of their world,

not finding peace in the loneliness of the other side.

The broken side.

The side of the unwanted.

A human inflicted creation: a purgatory,

cursing you to witness their happiness,

as they continuously shun you.

A torturous infliction on your emotional stronghold.

You lose your grip and

a crimson puddle grows beneath your praying hands.

Final thoughts of'if only'

The pain is gone.

The purgatory is over.

A/N: I finally remembered to bring my book home with me. Yay!!! Here's poem #7, something a little dark to welcome the holidays *wink*. The important thing is that you enjoyed reading it. If you did, comment below and vote (*STAR*). If you didn't, also comment and tell me what you'd like to see improved next time. I think I'll dedicate this one to @spxctrxm

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