shhhh one of my famous writing secrets is... i bite my tounge while writing. actualy i just figured that out. weird eh?

Forgotten
I walk slow and silent
Head hung low
I’m free from their eyes
I’m free from their eyes
I see I’m alive
My name is lost in a whisper

I wander far in and out
Here and there
Beg to be seen or heard
They can’t see it’s just not fair

I sit in the shadows
And shout and weep
Why don’t they see?
Into the ground, my tears seep
And disappear

I run as fast as I can
Screaming my name
I am real I am here
But I know no one came

I stand in front of anyone
Look them in the eyes
But they go on with their fun
And act like they can’t hear my cries

I walk slow and silent
Head hung low
I’m free from their eyes
I’m free from their eyes
I can’t see I’m alive
My name is lost in a whisper
In a whisper I’m left alone

I can walk now
And not have to hear their harsh words
They just don’t talk to me
I’m just a long lost memory
Forgotten and forbidden

Are you okay?
Sure I am
When no one knows I exist
Sin is my only friend now

I strike sudden and violent
She’s on the ground
At last I’ve been found
She stairs up at me untill she closes her eyes
I write my name in her blood incase she dies
Together they come she’s not alive
Together they whisper my name
And clean the blood
In a whisper my name is lost
I walk slow and silent
Head hung low
I’m free from their eyes
I’m free from their eyes
I’m not alive
My name is lost in a whisper
In a whisper I’m left alone

She saw me
I found myself
My visibility died
And turn to smoke again
I whisper my name and I am lost

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Anger. The emotion of change.
Kill for me.