A feeling of depression steals over my soul
Darkness has come here to claim me
Here in the silent cold
I walk silently among the trees

Bound to the place, bound to the land
The few who loved me are dead
Who offers sympathy or a helping hand?
No matter what promises they had said

I speak to you, pray speak to me
It hurts to be cast away
But what of this could you see?
You, who under the sun can play

Tossed aside, for I am not real
So go ahead; forget about me
But I know in my heart I still feel
You will know when you cease to be

A/N: What an odd rhythm, I'm sure there's a name for it somewhere.
Dedicated to all those who have been ignored and/or pushed out of anything-
for the simple reason of being overlooked.