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Remember if those memories remain,
One of the promises we as children made
“Even after we grow up, we’ll always be friends!”
…But what a fleeting fantasia.
Days passed, and then years and
Both lovely and beautiful was she
Yet one look would easily reveal that she
Remained unchanged from when she made her promise.
Many promises turned to betrayals
Heedless of her own intentions
Nothing came of it, and everything was the same as ever,
It was just that everyone knew who could never fit in.
No matter how you might try
To word it, the answer doesn’t change.
It’s just… so frustrating.
Left behind.
Carrying the weight of countless unfulfilled promises,
I was reminded more of myself than I would ever want to know.
Left behind.
…and yet there’s something I cannot give up on,
So today again, I keep taking on these small betrayals.
Though glowing red, I scream at myself
My voice only echoes powerlessly.
Remember if those memories remain,
One clearly beautiful example of kindness
“If you have no place to go, you can stay here.”
…But what a worthless fantasia.
A day, a month, a year, and just a little longer
Before doubt began to take form
In the end, as always I’m asked the same question,
Just “what” are you?
So again I walk along the path of flight
The gazes I feel on my back are as if I were a monster
No longer are they even willing to accept
That I was once human like them.
No matter how I might feel
The answer doesn’t change.
It’s just… I feel so helpless…
Left behind.
Exposed to countless piercing forms of malice,
I only wish for at least my heart to not feel such pain.
Left behind.
…and yet my desperate words of protest I cannot
Wring out; “The true monsters are you!” left unspoken.
Ah… I must look pathetic.
Is there no way to get used to this eternity.
Will I be alone like this forever?
With and in this essence of neverending…
Dark at its beginning.
Will I be alone like this forever?
With and in this essence of absurdity…
Dark at its end.
Left behind.
With no one there to lend me a hand,
With no place to live or die, I only suffer, gripping onto my loneliness
Left behind.
At this rate even if it some arch enemy I could hate,
“Anyone… please…” I ask for help in what could hardly be called a voice…
And yet…
I am neither loved nor saved, and travel this depressing world alone
Forever left to stumble along this road in uncertain footsteps
Left behind.
Not here, not anywhere
Just where… where should I turn?
Someone… if there were even just one person, who understood…
Who could share this pain with me… I thought as I ran away into dreams, and illusions.