Author's Note

no spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes. i wanted it to look like this for the final part and i feel it adds sadness to the story without actually being in the story. its a small poem for it

The Voice Of The Forgotten

The Voice Of The Forgotten

Sometimes in life I feel worthless, I feel if I left, if I died, no one would care. I hide those feeling with a mask of yellow and bury them deep within till they break free of their chains to make me feel them once more. I can’t take it, I want to live but what’s the point when you have nothing to live for? I ask that question every day, life is a fragile thing. Once it is gone, it is gone to only whomever is willing to forget and becomes the whispers on the wind forever lost in time, a tomb soon to never be visited, forgotten, time claiming the name and chanting it through the breeze forever alive. So whenever you hear the wind my one true love, please think of me for who I am. Not for what I done or the cowards choice I made. Think of me as the one who opened up, deemed to forever fly freely as a name in the breeze and my love. Please don’t be sad for what I did for it was not your fault and I don’t blame you, I loved you and that’s what pained me most to leave your side. But what is done is done so please don’t forget, and when its windy outside, please come out for I may have something to say to you my love, and remember I am the name lost in time flowing in the breeze, the one who calls your name from time to time to see what you would do. So please, go outside and rejoice in my voice, the voice of the forgotten.