Burning Pity

Ever feel
Like you dont exist?
Like you just died
And werent even missed?

That's how i feel
Everyday
Nothing to do
Nothing to say

Always walking
Dragging along
Gently singing
Your own little song

But no one listens
Or no one cares
Just the burning imprint
Of all their stares

Staring at the wounds
Inflicted on myself
Pitying me
My dwindling health

The burning lasts
A minute or two
Then go back to them
As they always do

I have no complaints
Fine by me
The last thing i want
Is their wasted pity

One day i will die
No matter when
But when that day comes
I will pity them