Just sitting here watching those specila moments pass you by.
You can't do anything about it.
It's hard to wake up and realize in the time you've been gone
They've moved along to bigger and better things.
Now all you have is walls to stare at, stories to write.
About past friendships and days in the light.
Secluded from the rest, head lying on your desk.
Scratching letters, mouthing words.
No one can hear you.
It's quiet all around, missing the sound of acceptance and love.
Was it all for nothing, can nothing stop this.
Letting go sorrows on paper,
That's seen to many broken nights and to many senseless fights.
Where have they gone?
Were you just a phase and now there over you,
Or did you fade with time.
It's now you realize that being locked in this cage for too long,
Can lead them to believe you've lost hope.
Now you'll collapse into sleep,
And dream of days when you weren't a ghost.
And meant something, to someone.