Time and time again,
I'm convinced that I could be easily forgotten.
"Call you back"
False hope
From loved ones that have seen it all, but turned a blind eye.
Time and time again,
I'm convinced that my voice is just an echo.
Reverberating into the unknown,
Like a song left unsung.
Time and time again,
I'm convinced that my whisper is just the wind,
Passing by,
On a breezy day in Central Park,
Not a thought to accompany it.
So here I lay again,
Broken,
Bound to my thoughts.
Empty , yet seemingly whole.
