honestly, why do I stay here, and care when I get nothing in return?

everything’s already burned to ashen,
and chaos is still actin’

on a magical forum I try, but people ignore my cry
I feel shadowed out
trying to exist
feels like being on the “not list”
I get told “appreciate me more”
but I feel like the term should be turned
for I have made the many of the turns.
I worked hard and sweat for my accomplishments
and have yet to let go-
and feel there is nowhere to I can freely pass anymore..

I cant seem to stay away
I care too much anyway.

will this be the end of me?
I would really like to see.
and how far people will stretch me,

before I play my last symphony…

atleast you heard this little melody (poem)

I appreciate the time i’ve spent with most of thee
but shall this really be the end of my so-called legacy?