No one wants me there,
It's a burden for me to be around,
Unless it benefits them,
From them I don't hear a sound.
Carrying a lot of weight,
My back finally breaks,
But no one picks up pieces like I've done for many days,
For all of those who defend my abuser's ways.
I'm falling but no one hears a sound,
They just carry on as I casually hit the ground,
It's okay as long as I'm alive,
And as long as they can use me on the side.
Damned to a life of misery and angst,
All because my tender heart breaks,
Every time someone else makes mistakes,
Or every time I see someone writhing with pain.
Put myself out there,
Leave it to me,
Otherwise consequences of ignoring blow like a breeze,
But are never strong enough to knock the ropes down from trees.
Burden, Sinner, Spoiled,
They judge me,
Than quiver for affection,
Couldn't care less about my depression.
Couldn't care less about my directions,
As long as it aligns with their satisfaction,
No action taken for me,
Me against the world oh the humanity.
Dead weight, A paper bill,
Something to use,
Never could care for all my abuse,
That's okay , it's just fine, I'll leave, call me when you need me, if I'm alive, we'll see.
