I don't think anyone understands, not because they can't, but because they won't take the time and try to. What I want, and what I say, are almost always never the same. What I need... Is never going to happen. And they only thing that can turn this spiral around, will not occur, though I don't understand why. It's so simple, just a moment of time, and yet it is avoided, almost like it's wrong. I long for days gone by, cherished memories I could never throw away, but... I'm beginning to lose my grip on them. I'm being torn away from me and fading away. But no one sees this, or if they do, they choose to ignore it. I suppose it doesn't matter, my problems are mine to bare alone, and my fate is of no concern to anyone else. Still this perpetual feeling of knowing no one can or will care, it's fearful. But it's ok, if I'm forgotten, it's only because I wasn't important enough to be remembered. There's no more need for this, just like there's no more need for me.