Until The Day I DieMy foundations crack,crumble,and fall to the ground.I am but a whisper in this dead field of debris,A so very silent call for help in this land of great voice,The voice of sadness, sorrow and loneliness.Everywhere I turn,I am forgotten.Though the broken valleys filled,And the way of life shown in every form,I am lost,Ignored,Humiliated,And kicked to the side,To be hidden in the shaded corners.Hidden from this world I have yet to live up to.As I slowly fall from the tip of this world we call home,I watch all of my lost hopes and dreams drift by me and shatter,Cutting my fragile and pale skin.The weight of