Sighs, echoing through barren rooms

Not heard, but seen through fogged glass

They are not here, but say they are

Conjuring memories from the past

But no one is there in the room

With emptiness fading with flickering lights

And no one says that they would help you

To save you and fulfill the withering nights

And abandonment seems to echo around

Even though the hall outside is filled up with sound

Of voices ignorant, but trying to see

That they are reaching out with caring, but truly trying to flee

For, pretending is never really helping

As tears slowly run down your face

But no on is there, though they say they are

Inside your mind, of your humble disgrace

Because reaching hands jerk back when taken

Disgusted at the actual realization

Of nothing that would assist you

If anyone, anyone at all sees you

But now, you are nothing

Like shadows of memories lost from the present

Because people who once thought of more

Think nothing of you anymore

Though, deep inside the soul of shattered consciousness

The glue to place the pieces back together seems to disappear

Since nothing, as before, will help you anymore

Because they all have better things to do