Forgotten

They don’t know who I am; they don’t know me at all.
I am being forgotten like a little girls’ doll.

A forgotten memory in the back of your head.
A forgotten sentence of what you just said.

To them I’m like a mime.
I’m being swooped up by the darkness and time.

Can somebody hear my cries?
Before another part of me dies.

It’s like being trapped on an island of neglect.
It’s nothing anyone would suspect.

I’m left deserted with my tears and heart-ache.
It’s like a nightmare impossible to awake.

The word repeated, is it my name?
Everything I hear sounds the same.

Who am I why am I here?
I’m like glass, crystal-clear.

My life means nothing to me.
What’s the point, there’s nothing to see.

I’m now living in darkness, all alone.
My heart is now a rock. Cold like stone.