Sad sorry days are done
You have lost the battle of life
Of being seen by others as a human being
You are unknown in the mists of reality
Replaced by technology and other things humanity is dependant to
Shadowed by things we made and aren’t as "unique"
You're only known as the person “in the way”
“Move it loser!” “Worthless!” “Unhelpful!” “Ungrateful!”
I bet you’re sick and tired of that but nobody cares
And if I care for you then I might be just like you
A sick, sad, sorry person in the mist
Abused and forgotten in the hectic world of today and tomorrow
Sometimes it's nice to be alone and have time to yourself
All the time is the eternal silence, which I have not heard
I never have had a moment alone since the days before my actual life
So I cannot relate to you in anyway at anytime
Today is a mournful song cast upon the ages
Now it is my time to mourn the loss of the forgotten people
Unseen and ignored by God and the so called “loved-ones”
You are a mouse; we know you’re there yet sometimes we don’t care
And when the time comes we will go after
Then again, why am I doing this?
A eulogy for people unknown, the ones I pity with no empathy
After all I have never even heard or seen you
Why should I feel sympathy for you?
I do not know so this is why I am writing a memory for you
For all to think about
One day there will be no forgotten people and this will be useless to mankind
