Forgotten

"I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them."
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
She's the type of girl to help you with your problems.
She gives you the shoulder to lean on.
She has the arms to hold you if you cry.
But how come when she needs someone...
She's always Forgotten...