Ones that forget

i have a few, but i feel alone,
i have one, but i feel none,
i can be in a crowded room,
but i feel like i’m in an empty room without windows,
i can try, not that i can’t
just don’t want to,
i feel it’s a waste,
but somehow, someone with someone else,
here i am left alone,
there are times, i tried to reach out
i got the hold, but had to let go,
don’t want to, but was insisted,
i put it down, i put it in,
waited, usually fell through, till the break of dawn,
no use saying it out loud,
when nobody’s listening,
no use whispering,
no one can hear you,
seriously, what is it to be loved?
cared, loved, existed, noticed,
want to be a newborn,
or maybe brainwashed,
so one can’t remember,
the ones that forget…