I don't want to know if there is anybody there
I don't want to feel again... to think.. to care
Leave me be
I have nothing left to show for all that I have spent
in loving those who couldn't feel the same as I have felt
or free me
It is enough for me to know I did my feeble best
even though my efforts were misunderstood, maligned
Thrown in my face
I can't keep on crawling on the ground beneath your feet
and hoping you will forgive the wrongs I've done,
bestow your grace
An insect in your view.. despicable.. pathetic.. worthless.. crass
brought low where I belong, no higher than the grass
you trample down
No words can heal the wound, no sorrow mend or satisfy
the howl of righteous anger ringing in my ears
I hang my head
What use sincere apology? What hope, if one called friend
refuses to accept our outstretched hand?
Would I were dead.
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