Like invisible ink slowly disappearing self
a life fading into a nothingness of existence
I become a thought, an idea of nonexistence.
Will you look at me and see what’s within
scribbled years of thirsty ideas of myself?
For I cannot seem to define where I begin
lost I am when through your eyes I became
and blind to a self stuck behind on your skin
I fade away in nothing left there to reclaim.