People are excited, they are growing up, they are moving on.
They are having fun and they are on their way to making something wonderful of themselves.
They are forgetting mistakes they made when they were young and knew no better.
They have forgotten those who weren't always kind.
And then there's me.
I'm still here.
In the exact same place as I was 6 years ago.
I haven't moved on, I haven't moved on at all.
I am so unhappy.
I am sitting here.
I have a tear stained face.
I have bleeding, scarred legs.
I have a hole where my soul should be.
I have died on the inside,
A long time ago.
Life is racing by and all I can do is watch.