Hi, u may you read my cringy writing and then give me your opinion on it pls :T She woke up with a fast breathe and a head full of sweat as if she had just ran a race. The color of her face was bright red as a rose in a dark room. I stand by her as she sleeps but she does not know it. She cannot see me, nor hear me, she is unaware of my percents. I watch her day and night. I watch her do everything—YET I do have respect to turn around as she uses the restroom. She cannot see me, she cannot hear me. I am unreal to her, yet I am real to myself. I stand not very far from her. I see her wrongs and rights. I rest the hand that she cannot feel very well on her forehead to keep her distracted while in tears. I run next to as she plays, yet she does not know me. She knows none of my existence.
I can show myself if I wanted but she may see me as a monster for that is what I am.

ty for ur time and if u have any ideas on where the rest should go.. pls let me know <3