The forgotten is me a forgotten face to friends
the face of one who holds fear and puts up a
facecade of security
the face that wouldn't
mind turning blue and seeing the dark to erase the pain they hold
A head of hurt and misery no escape from that prison to be granted used and abused by ones that pretended to care
looking for happiness to no avail maybe a place where pain alleviates does it exist even if it was found would it work as the loneliness still comes even in a crowded room
using pictures and words to make themselves seem happy so friends won't worry as they'd feel a burden for doing so
heavy words destroy a light heart of love the pain takes over any temporary joy to hope to kill the host
wounded but not yet gone they keep going looking to not be forgotten to be loved and appreciated a place where abandonment is a fake legend
the place where a wounded heart heals the place where one with a long black coat lives with others like them a permanent place to feel whole again here you live but are not truly alive here you are missed by the ones on the other side
YOU ARE READING
Someone, somewhere
Poetry(First poem in awhile I apologize if it's not as good I'm still rusty) Just an look into my mind what's going through it at the darkest times Thank you so much for reading! 🖤🖤🖤
