❝i know what it is to be forgotten, the left behind left over and last priority. i know the emptiness that comes when no one comes for you, the bitter silence mocking from the noisy sides of the street. you will know it too, it will burn you and leave long scars, but i know what you may not know, i know what comes next. you will survive. the scars will heal, the voice in you will scream louder than the silence lurking in the dark corners of your days; the sun will forget to rise, and so too, will you.❞
