The Forgotten

Sitting at home, all alone
pacing back and forth
hands clenched tightly, not letting go of every bad memory
this is where I go insane, getting locked up in my own brain
i cry and cry but no one comes to my side to save me
i hate every minute of everyday, why cant it all just end?
so alone and in so much grief..but no one sees.
am i just a ghost stuck to wonder the earth?
all they want is to not be forgotten, this is something i know well.
they once had a life, and a family, till they past on to the dead,
now they haunt the living, just trying to leave their mark,
so they will still be remembered, after they\'ve past on.
but that doesnt change the haunting pain inside of me
that crawls up during the night, sometimes its so heart wrenching,
i dont think i can go on living for another day.
but what is there to live for in this aweful world?
i still havent found anything to keep me going from day to day,
but yet i know i must, not for anyone else, not even for me,
i must keep going for those who have been forgotten, so i can tell their tales.