Being a part of life does not mean that you are living
you may be noticed for a brief second
but it means nothing to the world around
alone we peep in
forever trying to live
while most make it in
some are left behind.
Alone we see the living
Alone they see the dead
our imprints are not forgotten
merely pushed away
Ignored by life and its virtues
we fall empty to the ground
being denied emotion
we cannot escape without punishment
for the remnants of memories we catch a hold of
