Forgotten

You must have forgotten that I am still here.

A place where I pour everything inside and pretend I never did.

A place where once I held so dear.

But now like an abandoned garden; all flowers had long wilt.

I used to frequent this space.

Like a rich king I was before; nailing out my heart content, proudly parade.

But not now, now it's  more like a guarded place.

Nothing shall pass easily out the gate.

You must have forgotten that I am still here.

Seldom have I myself come and decorate.

Holding back everything inside me so close, so near.

Everytime I tried to pour them out they said "not now! Not until you are dead!"

"Because nobody cared" they will silently add.