a dream; perhaps a nightmare

I walked through the walls 

I was invisible 

I stood during conversations 

I stayed behind as we strolled 

I spoke a word an hour 

I laughed to be included 

If i take a deep breath in 

Will i suffocate on the fight? 

On the trying 

The trying 

Ive been trying 

Desperate 

Ive been so desperate. Please understand. 

When you lose your art

you cry.

your music,

your drawings, your poems

gone.

there goes happiness.

there goes memories.

there goes progress;

and problems.

there she goes.