Forgotten.

Damaged.

Wrecked.

Broken.

Alone.

I’m a boat, floating endlessly at sea.

The ocean water is my tears.

What lurks below, my demons.

The wind blows a sorrowful song.

Rocking me like a crying baby.

I sit alone, no longer cheery.

I sit alone, no longer energetic.

I’m by myself in an empty war.

Facing demons far too strong.

I’m lost amongst the tears.

The tears I’ve shed.

I’ve been forgotten.

I’ve been abandoned.

No one cares at all.

No one comes to rescue.

They simply look on in awe.

“But she’s still pretty.”

But even pretty boats can sink.