Why

What am I, what is my role or purpose does it even exist a connecting between us. My stampede of memories to your whimsical thought the many lessons a life of disappointment taught. A bond made nothing holding the seams but broken spirits and tormented dreams. Actions spoken, deceits served full course I swallow every breath you utter by force. Devotion used, abused, neglected that's it the truth's been clear, ignored, I missed that bit. Hopes that lingered, encouraged were coddled to be dropped, dismissed and bottled. Worn out and tired, my soul it cries grasping at straws my heart it dies. Miles at a time my mind it races confused and driven into clustered spaces. I consider the pain the hurt I endure so why do I still care even more. I recognize, I remember the disinterest in me but it baffles me I still can't see. What am I, what is my role or purpose does it even exist a connecting between us. My stampede of memories to your whimsical thought the many lessons a life of disappointment taught. Every time a day a week may pass the thought of me is a but a glimpse in the past. Your friendly greetings continue the persisting lie it leaves me to wonder WHY.