I'm loosing.
I'm loosing people. School ended and I lost people, and I barely bounced back. Uni has now ended, and people are leaving. I'm loosing them, to all parts of the UK, potentially the world, and everyone is moving back, moving on, moving forward.
And where am I? Still here. I don't move on, as I never think others will move on without me.
It's dark. And I'm left behind as always, forgotten. A stuffed bear on a shelf, once loved but now lost. Lost to time, lost to the recesses of memory, you hear my name and vaguely remember me, but nothing significant. I'm faded, faded into memory, memory that gets lost.
And where am I? Still here. I don't move on, as I never think others will move on without me.
It's dark. And I'm left behind as always, forgotten. A stuffed bear on a shelf, once loved but now lost. Lost to time, lost to the recesses of memory, you hear my name and vaguely remember me, but nothing significant. I'm faded, faded into memory, memory that gets lost.

