In the End
I went to her funeral. I saw her family cry.
Nobody ever noticed me.
Nobody called me out when I did not wear black to the funeral, nor did they care that I was not a part of the funeral party. Nobody asked me what I was doing just standing next to the priest.
They treated me like I did not exist.
And I could not blame them.
Nobody ever noticed me.
Nobody called me out when I did not wear black to the funeral, nor did they care that I was not a part of the funeral party. Nobody asked me what I was doing just standing next to the priest.
They treated me like I did not exist.
And I could not blame them.