Lingering in the land of the forgotten, because no one ever acknowledged my existence. They live in their own pain-free world, while I stand back and watch from a distance.
Look at them, scuddling about. Of course they don't know the meaning of pain. They don't know what it's like to be abandoned like me and exiled to the forgotten land where I long to be freed.
Closing my eyes, pretending that I'm there. Through my mind's eye, I see my long-lost lover. Remembering how we met in this land. How I was her light out of this land, and now I'm trapped. I wouldn't take it back though because I know she is free to be loved and to love.
"Does she even remember me, though?" I think to myself. "Of course not. She probably forgot about me and her life in hell!"
Clenching my fists together. Beginning to cry from the weight of all my sorrow. Wanting to end this lonesome feeling and praying, "Please God, no more tomorrows. Falling on my knees,face in my hands. Longing to break free from the chains that hold me in this barren land.
I need someone to save me. Remember me, please, before I become nothing but a mere memory...
