So long I've felt invisible,

So long I've felt broken.

It's like a piece of me is lost;

That I've been torn apart

And the pieces have disappeared, lost.

That I'm bad, I'm inconsiderate;

That I'm a cloak of heavy despair.

I've felt declined, denied,

Abused and still so painfully alive.

Aware of myself even more,

Yet detached from my tether for forevermore.

I feel like each breath I take is more than I deserve,

That I have got no light;

The first dibs on me were by darkness; like I was claimed and left to rot.

So heavily incomplete and so desperately in need;

Along with the crests and troughs, the happiness all around me.

Jokes and parties, still not a laugh out of me;

So alive yet so dead; how can that be?

So aware yet so detached, the need to be cherished yet left to be?

My emotions are so contrasting, so dark and deep.

They sear my soul and being,

I wonder what they will reap . . .

Emptiness? Ignorance? Isolation?

Sadness? Hunger? Rejection?

My mind is on the edge as the moon bows to the sun,

Just like that, another day has gone and another one has come.

They say that the darker the night, the brighter the day will be;

I hope to experience that sometime

With my soul, my thoughts, and my existence finally feeling complete.