Gone and Forgotten

It's funny how some people say "you'll miss me when I'm gone." Your absence may be thought of once, but the world will still go on. Confound within my barriers; I won't dare ever cross the line. Sadness is but a wall between two gardens of mine. All alone in this cell with no cracks to break free; the glowing rays were scattered away and never got to me. I wrote your name on the bullet so my sorrow could forever embed. I wanted you to know that you're the last thing that went through my head. I thought that I was better dead, as my life simply lacked a will. Echoes of my miserable past remain in my cage still.