You don’t see me

You don’t believe it exists

That thing that is killing my brain

Little by little

Everyday, a little more

Until it’s all gone

Until I’m gone

And then what?

Regrets of wasted time and lonely nights

Of romantic moons and sunrises

We never saw, we never lived

Because we were too busy living out the monotony of life

As if we’d live forever

As if we’d never be touched

By death

You don’t see me

Because you don’t want to

Stop and ask how I’ve been

That would make it too real

You wouldn’t know what to say

you’d walk away

You’re too uncomfortable

That it exists

So we’ll just pretend it doesn’t

At least for a while

Until we can pretend no more

You don’t see me

You need to help me

Where will I go?

What will I do?

And now I have nothing

And you let me have nothing

   Until I am nothing 

No questions, no talk, nothing

Only all the wrong I do

Because you don't want to see me

Why must I make you feel comfortable with my dying? 

Thank you for posting this poem.  It is the first poem that I've ever read that brought tears to my eyes.