Castaway

Lost, with no destination
Unclaimed, unvalued, and subdued by rejection
Nameless and discounted as a form
Disregarded, disrespect being accepted as a norm
Seen not as a being, never treasured
Comfort and stability are unreachable beyond measures
Searching for a purpose, but one is never found
Screaming to be heard, but no one hears your sound
You don't live, you simply exist;
to experience life's cruelty and it's horrible twists
As time goes on, you can't understand why you can't find peace; it's because it's not a part of your soul's future to have ease. As you descend into heartache and spiritual decay, your conscience taunts you:

"YOU ARE A CASTAWAY"

Signed, Anonymous