It starts out small,

And grows more and more,

The feeling of being forgotten,

Being slapped by the door,

Left behind by the ones,

Who claim to love me the most,

Hurts like a bitch,

Like knifes in my throat,

I watch them walk away,

They seem to be filled with laugher,

They look very happy,

While I'm left with disaster,

I seem to have lost it,

My feeling to care,

I no longer give a damn,

You don't see me there,

So I'll stop my fake smiles,

And I'll just glare,

Because for once in my life,

The feeling's not there.

Forgot to post on the 20th.