Forgotten

I broke again last night. I fell to the ground, feeling helpless in the dark. I hugged my knees on my bed and started to cry. I cried for being alive, yet too strong to die. I wished for someone to hold me close and tell me I'll be alright. Yet no one came. I watched the closed door, stay closed. I saw as the lights flickered off, one by one. I heard the voices calling my brother's name, slowly fade. I heard the water tap close. I listened as they laughed and talked. I sat there, as they forgot of my existence. I cried and screamed and begged and prayed for help. Help that never came. I scratched my arms and shivered. My stomach lunged upward and my heart pound relentlessly. 

     I broke apart. I fell. I died inside as the darkness took over. I couldn't breathe and struggled to move. I knew I needed someone. But no one ever came. They never did. I was forgotten. Again. Again. Again. Again.