Forgotten

It hurts to be forgetten
I try to supress the pain
but it still doesn't work,
so my other best option

is to ignore the silence
shrouded in misery,
But hope still resonates in me,
hoping that i will someday be discovered

Like a fossil bone in an escavation,
but why?
I don't need attention,
I don't need friends,

for they were the ones to start it.
They can't break me anymore,
for what is there to break?
I am invisible.

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