Forsaken it feels cold and deep,
within these walls I cannot keep,
They live their lives and forsake my love,
to ask them different would be wrong,
Youth my skin but not my soul,
forsake me for those dying old,
What can I do to match their might,
think me child think me blight,
What can one do when all is lost,
Continue fighting, or just give up,
They do not know whats done to me,
cannot open, cannot see,
Soul is blurry, vision bloody,
This old soul so trapped in body yet so young,
torment in the worst way,
rejected and lost,
my heart they have but do not know,
Ive told them all before,
but yet it still sits alone,
in danger of falling apart,
so this old soul wishes to rest,
in coffin made of wood,
until a day can come,
when he is old enough for true.
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