Nonexistent

I can see the pigment of my skin

But somehow I am fading

Or is it that I've just been here to long

And I need a trading

Did I become a piece of artwork

Something to be forgotten in a box

Or was I just weighing you down

And needed to be tossed like a rock

Did I fall into the couch cushion

And that's not where you thought to look

Or maybe I took off on some adventure

In one of my many books

Maybe I got sucked into the tv

And you just couldn't find my show

Maybe all my seams came undone

And you forgot how to sew

But no, none of that has happened

Because that's just not my luck

There is no explanation

And it simply just sucks

I am here day after day

Just looking for something

And instead someone else is always

Better, and I am left with nothing

I don't exist to you anymore

But guess what, I'm still real

I just wish I could be

As invisible as you make me feel.