Cover me,

Over the years I have sat back continuously brushing footsteps from my body.
I am obviously invisible because you do not see me when you step there
and even when I scream out in pain you still do not see me.
my sorrow has fallen on deaf ears once again.
and even though there is a trail of what is believed to be MY blood, you still do not look down.
Instead you slip in guilt and vengeance. And as you lay there...it comes to you.
You remember that feeling that you felt under your feet when you stepped there, and you remember hearing a faint scream of desperation....you remember the trail of blood.
As you look around, I am no longer there.
On the ground.
Wiping away footsteps.
Slipping in the The blood.
Instead it is you, alone.
Cover yourself.
Or stay down.