Silently Slip

In the world,
where I find myself,
most regularly existing,
I do not matter,
in this world,
if I stopped,
just stopped,
the way I dream of,
there would be no difference,
no stop of rotation,
no ceasing of the season,
when I dissolve into the blackness,
of the reality I so dream of,
they would carry on,
they would be let go,
be free of me,
to just carry on.
In this world,
I slip away,
so silently,
leaving them,
though they don't notice,
I am no longer there,
not even in the shadows,
or their hearts,
I am merely,
undeniably,
gone,
though,
it is not noticeable,
even to those who pretend to care,
I am nothing,
I know this,
they do not lie,
or deceive me,
they just do not know,
how little I really mean.
I've found,
in this short time,
where I have fought,
so frivolously,
to gain control,
over something,
I can no longer control,
in anyway,
the feeling,
I don't understand,
that pushes me,
further and further,
has little hope,
of ever stopping,
and I know,
beyond a doubt,
I will remain trapped in this world,
unless I make my own escape.