"And this is where I'll stay." By Ben Goode 2019 (c)

I'm sitting in an old dusty room alone, I'm lost. And feel so forgotten.
What was will never be. What could have been, will never be again.
Those chances that I threw away so readily.
Haunted by so many regrets.
Broken memories lie like shattered glass. 
Pieces scattered everywhere. 
My mind is like a shelf that no longer has ornaments, and no trophies. 
There's nothing fancy there anymore. Just dust.
Cremated idea's, that I left to burn away
Where is this thing called ambition?
What happened to that creative drive?
This place is so run down. And I know it's within me.
Perhaps it's my heart. Or perhaps my soul, that no longer feels like a temple.
I'm so sad within, and nobody notices. Because I hide it so well.
I wish someone would see. And find me. 
But nobody knows me that well.
Perhaps nobody ever will. 
And this is where I'll stay.