Cold
Hard
Silent.
Unfeeling.
So seemingly insignificant.
I’ll jump into your shoe,
Or leave a sharp edge exposed.
A plea for attention.
Fleeting.
But enough to sustain me.
Slowly worn down
From all those above me
Stepping upon me without realising,
The damage done.
Pushing me further into the dirt.
I become smaller and smaller,
Parts of me chip away.
But no one will notice.
Still alone,
I’ll fade into nothing.
