i have become
less a man
more a slab of meat
slow roasting
over the
perpetual heat
of self imposed
hellfires

depression holds
tightly to my
less than significant
state of being
ephemeral mists
where a person
likely never
truly ever existed

i scream silently
watching as you
drive past slowly
without a glance
phantom cries
gone ignored by
a world that never
bothered to care