Alone.
All I once had,
All I once was,
Dead.
Gone.
If I had any sanity left, I would see that no one realizes my pain.
I hide it too well,
And I am too strong.
About to crack under the weight of my problems,
I stand, but I am crushed,
Crushed by the memory of my past,
Torn by the knowledge of my present,
Horrified by the look of my future.
And as I fall to the ground,
Grasping the wound where the sword sunk deep,
I don't expect anyone to be there,
I don't expect anyone to help,
No one will care.
No one will notice that I’m gone.
I don't exist.
I am just a presence,
A presence that no one ever feels
I will be forgotten,
Left behind,
Just as I always have been.
Ignored.
But I don't know why,
Why I’m left behind,
Ignored,
Forgotten.
But does anyone know?
Or does no one care,
Like always.