• Weakly I stand, Brittle am I.
    Walking and breaking apart as I do my part in my life.

    Smiling sweetly, silent as the wind, solid like gold- yet breaking, like gold foil through out the years, pealing with the years.

    Ghosts come, ghosts past- none of them my own.
    My smile fades as no one looks- as no one tries to save.

    Slowly I wrinkle and age- but nobody sees, nobody looks.

    “Here I am.” I mumble, but your ears don’t hear what is crackling faintly on the radar.

    So here I am.
    Wasting my life away!
    Why can’t you save me?
    Why is it I am the one left waiting in the end?

    *sigh*

    Why can’t I remain with those I wish to remain with- the ones who can keep me live if they tried?

    Weakly I stand, Brittle am I.
    Walking and breaking apart as a make my way to my end.