abandonment
theres always been this feeling
a feeling of emptyness
kinda like a room with bare walls and floors
and faded spots on the door where things use to hang
its that kind of feeling you get on the inside
when something inside you finally dies
its the feeling you get when you start to feel so alone
and become a stranger even in your own home
see thats when you realize
that the people whos supposed to care about you
turn around and leave becuase they lose hope
they feel like youve become to much for them to handle
and then that support you had turns out to be a scandle
they took your acomplishment and used it for thier pride
but as soon as you began to struggle they began to hide
so like a knife to the heart they left you there wounded
never to be seen again
like whispers in the wind
and silent with thier movemnts
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