when is anyone going to notice
that i'm standing here, very still, a perfectly pressed wallflower against your pretty wallpaper?
when is anyone going to notice
that i'm slowly fading away from everything?
when is anyone going to notice
that the things i scream at your unlistening ears are the noiseless whispers that haunt your dreams?
when is anyone going to notice
that those are my ghostly hands that are shaking you to wake up from your lovely little daydream?
when is anyone going to notice
that i'm down here on my hands and knees, begging for you to please wake up?
when is anyone going to notice
me waving my arms about as i drown in what's left of this life?
when is anyone going to notice
that i'm still here, a perfectly pressed wallflower against your pretty wallpaper?
because i am.
i'm still here.
a perfectly pressed wallflower
against your pretty wallpaper.
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