Forgotten 

Forgotten, even before I am dead,
So I might as well go ahead and make my death bed,
I am down with the sickness, and that is for real,
Maybe if I had true friends I could heal,
For someone who used to be a brother to me,
My death might come soon for all to see,
My back has been diced by those I care for,
I thought our friendship was eternal, yet it is no more,
You all act as if life is just a big game,
You betray me, and yet it all feels the same,
First friend, then betrayal, then leave me for dead,
All that confusion, left me messed up in the head,
Always the same old sh*t, just a different day,
My life is just like a Shakespeare play,
Hamlet, maybe, for I always question why?
We are here to suffer, endure, and cry,
For me, it has always been "To be or not to be,"
Guilty of trying to be there for all is my plea,
Death is definitely devoutly to be wished,
I am like a bug, just waiting to be squished,
The pangs of despised love is all I've seen,
I have no one or no where to go and lean,
My life has been filled with a lot of woe,
Just like the story of Juliet, and her Romeo,
Like Romeo, if my love was not awake after 42 hours,
I would die, only I would be holding a a boquet of flowers,
I would greet her with the boquet, just to show,
That I had loved her, and then she would know,
This is to all who used to be my friend,
Love Alwayz and Forever, Until the End!