Distracted

The wounds that bleed

that I wear on my sleeve.

No one to hear,

no one sees my tears

"Help" I cry

to anyone, even God in the sky.

Yet I am still trampled.

and my world is dismantled.

Where are everyone's eyes?

On their phones, at my guise.

The facade I have created

no one sees is way outdated.

I wave my hands in their faces

yet there are no traces.

My skin hangs on my bones.

As they stare into their phones.

This soul is dying,

light deflating.

As another life

is now taken.