With this pen in hand I stare at a forgotten notebook, full of neglected pages and memories lost that I never want to find or get back. My smile is months away, but atleast I'm trying. You think you lost me because of what you lack, when, honestly, it's because inside I'm dying. Blocking out mistakes that never should have happened. Memories with no names, pictures with no captions. People with no faces, simply here to take others places. Once again, my thoughts are confused, so I turn to the only thing I can count on, I do the only thing I know how. Write in a forgotten notebook full of neglected pages and memories wishing to be lost.