Often times we never noticed the invisible one. Too caught up with our own wants and needs to see someone who is in front of us everyday. No words for them unless you are responding to question. No acknowledgement of their very existence until it suits us. How often do we let ego and selfishness starve a person of affection?
If they died, what good is your words? Would they care about the flowers you placed on their grave? Your tears mean nothing to the dead. I mean, come on. You would pee your pants if they sat up and said, “Don’t cry for me.” I know I would.
Children are invisible at school and home commit suicide or school shootings. Adults usually fall into depravity or substance abuse. Yes, it can be other sad and depressing things that can happened but they are invisible so who would care.
To my cutters, sex pots, substance abusers, my lonely ones, depressed ones, abused one, my over and under eaters, to my achievers with no recognition, my discouraged dreamers, my unnoticed workers, my silence criers, my drinking partners…