to be forgotten

It hurts.
To be forgotten.

How painful it is.
To be so replaceable.

To think I am special,
only to realize am not.

How sick it is,
to always be the last pick.

Horrible, is it not?
To be the one who does not matters at all.

I am small.
I will make myself even smaller,
until I am nothing but fragmented atoms.

Until I have fully disappeared.
Until I cannot be forgotten again.