A long-lasting scar.
Hidden.
Beneath skins.
And secrets.
Across your heart.
Across your life.
Nothing matters.
Nothing at all.
When you don't exist.
But.
You do.
Others don't understand.
And they won't.
They think you're there.
But you're not.
A facade covering your lies.
"I'm okay."
You say.
A lie.
A little lie.
Yet.
What do they know.
They don't care.
Why should you?
Exactly.
You shouldn't.
No difference.
If you are there.
Or not.