Some say there's nothing
worse than a wasted
life.
Counting the value of your days
in accomplishments.
Things I've lost,
those I've hated,
time spent locked away,
riches squandered.
Holidays help the years
go by,a day to
celebrate when there's
no real reason to
be happy.
Conversations began
and end with,"Remember when?"
Your only mark left on this
world is a name on a headstone.
A name nobody ever
called you by,
a name you didn't choose.
Never wanted to grow
up to be anything but
older.
Tattooed images that at one
time meant everything to you.
Miss dead pets more
than dead friends.
Leave nothing behind but
a bloodline,
maybe not even that.
Most things crumble with
time,burn with
the flames.
It's not important how long
you'll be remembered.
All memories fade with time,
words lose meaning
and this thing we are living
carries on.
Forgotten.