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forgotten face

they run ahead while im sinking in quick sand

every laugh of theirs burns like a brand

they don’t look back, they don’t hear my name,

to them, i’m just a memory lost in their brain

their joy feels sharp, a knife in my chest,

every step they take leaves my mind a mess

i’m buried alive in what i can’t leave,

their progress is air, but i can’t breathe.

choking on what could’ve been,

dying, why’d it have to end?

they forget me while i remember them,

i’m trapped in the past they’ve condemned.

i feel left behind, and their gone

fuck why cant i just move on?

their voices echo but they’re miles away,

while i’m still here, frozen in yesterday.

their dreams are golden, their smiles pure,

but every step they take makes my pain endure.

they don’t know how it feels to be stuck in time,

to watch the world move, while i rot in my mind.

their progress is cruel, their joy is my grief,

i remember when i was their priority

now im just facing reality

rotting, but wanting like im a zombie

they don’t need me, i’m easy to erase,

i’m the crack in the mirror they won’t face

staring at them like their something to chase

i’m left behind, bleeding and ugh,

watching their lives, hating their gone

they rise so high while i fall so low,

wishing they wouldn’t have let me go

if i screamed, would they even hear?

or would they drown me out with a beer

if i disappeared, would they feel the space,

or just forget i ever had a face?

their lives are the light that blinds my soul,

their laughter’s a hammer that keeps me cold.

i’m not moving, i’m not even alive,

their progress is the thing that eats me alive.

so here i stay, forgotten and bruised,

a monument to what they refused.

their world moves on, their dreams collide,

but i’m left behind, buried inside.


im over it

11/29/2024

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