The Path

Why did everyone just give up on me?
Do they ever think or even dream about me?
I had a family.
So long ago they said that they were done.
In their eyes I was dead.
In their minds, I never existed.
So there I went down the path to self destruction.
Trusting and believing that others were pure and loving.
Falling and falling over and over again.
The pale hands always eager to pick me back up
Cold and lifeless they were.
Shaking and scared, I still reached back
Who am I
Just like so many of us
I am a product of lust
Walking zombies we are
Because
Intelligence is outsmarted by trust