Abandoned.Abandoned -------------Abandoned.
Here I sit, dwelling in my own hatred Hate, loathe, bubbling up in me. I feel betrayed, but do they care? NO! They just run the other cheek. It is as if I am not here; like a a wave that has crashed and thinned over a sandy shore It is now gone; non-exsistant, as am I.
I am like a breeze in the wind. Once here, now gone.
Why should they fret over something that they think isn't here. I am shoved aw
