Seeing

      Looming over as if a older brother.
  Never alone.
      Like seein through the eyes of another.
  Feeling not right in this body,
  out of place in this world.

        Hands red.
Yet the crimson is not seen,
    seen by any other eye beyond my own.
For it is mine.
Pain, mine and mine alone to bear.
              Suffer.
  As my mind fades, my heart breaks,
the world sees nothing of this pain.
  Many choose not to
but they can and yet they still do nothing.
  They never will.