Invisible

I thought you would check on me 

if I am okay; if I slept alright.

When I told you, I am in pain

I thought you would care

to ask, what happened.
 But you didn't. Neither did you.

Actually none of you. 

I suddenly became invisible

to everyone around.

You stuck by me in the happier times

Then what changed now?

You said I was fun and quirky

And that you gonna be around always.

How did that "always" end so fast?

How could you not see

that I was dying inside

And I needed you to 

just pull me back once.

Is this how it works?

Was I also not around,

when you needed me? Maybe.

But then what is the point?

Of having people. 

What is the point if you can't 

find solace in any of them.

When no one can be there 

to pull you back, to heal you.

You made me feel miserable,

needy and clingy. I hated myself. 

I wonder if I also did that to you.

After a while, I became numb.

I got used to the pain

and to you not being around.

But it broke me.

Something inside me died.

And I can never go back to who I was.

  Is that why adults are so damaged?
Because they hurt and they are hurt

On their way to the unknown

they kill a part of each other.

Living with a broken soul.

Is that what growing up means?