Many have carried on with their lives leaving me as a memory, a part of their past.
Those I hold dear that aren't my blood, are nowhere near and if so
M. I. A or somewhere unknown.
Forgotten and wanted.
Breaks me down
Feeling as if I'm a bother
To society
Can't even complete the simplest task
We won't talk if I don't ask
I'll always be last
Emotions flooding the river
Leave me be
You don't care
That's what I feel
It wasn't love it was addiction and
Desperation.
