left behind

How does it feel, when you are just left behind With a silent cry of plea, you just feel a motionless dying? Recognitions and far living attention, when left your shrine And you kept screaming, don't leave just yet I am still trying In this burdening den of sorrows and the world of wordless lying , I begged for a releaf, yet the choking kept me tying I wonder sometimes, what it would be like, if I were just a sun shine Yet the only thing I ever got, was an awful burn, that felt like an eternal dying. In the brightness of the light , I would always choose to Smile laugh and shine Yet when I return back home, I will always be that little girl Who was once seen in the corners, Hiding and breathlessly crying