Lost

My back pocket
stuffed with
broken dreams.

There is nothing
you can do
so I'll just go.

You won't notice anyways.

I can tell
when I'm not
needed anymore.

Maybe someday,
you'll look up and think
"Isn't something missing?"

I'm not a thing
you can push around.

I'm not a broken doll
that you can throw out
when I'm broken.

But I left anyways.

I won't be back
so you can
live your life.

I don't have
anywhere to go
but you don't care.

"Isn't someone missing?"
I'll asked you someday
when I see you
smiling and happy.

I know you won't
remember me
but it's worth a try.

I want to see
you suffer over
your failure.