Days Go By

I wake up each morning, And hope my past is all a dream. I get out of bed and into the shower, To wash away the filth of past days. I put on my makeup, Though it’s probably no use, Since it’ll be washed away, By my own tears. Into the kitchen I will trudge, And into the fridge I will gaze, But I’m too distraught to even eat; I’ve gone hungry for five daysm Now I’m forced to go to school, As I am every other day. To see you not pay attention to me, Or acknowledge me in the least. Maybe I really did matter to you; I can’t tell if it was a lie. But now the memories we had, Is all I will ever hold on to.