always first in line,
but last to be picked.
always passing out tissues,
but always wiping her own tears.
how can someone so loud & vibrant
be completely invisible and overlooked?
the flowers in her garden wilting,
her sunshine in her sky always cowering
behind clouds.
stomach always churning,
head always throbbing,
yet she’s the one passing out medical supplies.
is she even real?
she feels as though she’s a ghost of herself,
so maybe that’s what it is.
she died of a broken heart
and became unseen to everyone.
even the one whose face is all she sees when she closes her eyes.
maybe this is forever,
or it’ll get better with time.
all she knows is continuous screaming under water,
while her love swims on by.
she needs a life vest,
but handed out the last one
before diving in herself.
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