The broken pieces of me

I've been thinking about the thoughts of yesterday
You haven't rung or said anything to me in a while
You're happier when I'm not around

I feel like a ghost most of the time
Always drifting, never speaking floating from person to person
I'm like a broken mirror.
Can you see me from the other side?

No-one cares about my existence
especially you
So every hour of every day I cut
For you
Everyday my cuts get deeper and I get weaker

Someday I'll slowly lose the will to live
and everyone will carry on without me there
No-one will realize that I've gone

my broken soul will come back to haunt you
but you'll laugh at it and dismiss it
like the way you dismissed me
when you thought you knew me
but you never knew me.