This Forgetable Poem

Forgettable and unfound
Existing like a fading sound
Shouting in a silent scream
A blade of grass in a sea of green
Unable to escape the tide
Yet to be individually defined
Sits and waits by himself
Looks like a figure on a shelf
Surrounded and alone
Just like this forgettable poem
He seems fine at first glance
But no one would think there was a chance

How could bad be done by his hands
No way that watch is another mans
Who could see the painful tear
Hidden before anyone can get near
He won’t look at his mirror
It'd be too much to confirm his fear
Could his eyes betray what he thinks
Do the things he does show he's weak
The scares on his wrist already complete
He's convinced he's the target they all seek

Pain will come
He knows this now
All that matters is when and how
Who and where have been ignored
He can no longer lower the sword
Too many battles have been lost
Life no longer seems worth the cost
He'll let them go then hide away
See if he can still survive another day
He won’t tell his living ex-friends
They need to remember before this
His dead end.