Are We the Same

maybe you see nothing but love,
maybe your world is cheery,
but that is not mine...
for me life has never been "fun",
I've always had to put you before me,
it never mattered if I was happy,
all you cared for was your happiness,
I was a tool,
a toy to be used at will,
how I hated you through all my days,
listening to your problems,
keeping mine bottled,
one day you finally found me half dead,
my arms bloody, 
what did you do......
nothing,
 my life was fading yet you did nothing,
do I even belong here anymore?
no....for my purpose is not of this realm...
but the next...
for then I shall be freed from the bully's,
the haters, And those who would ridicule you,
and scrutinize you for all you do,
for that is all the attention that's given,
to the sad little child
who's last wish.... is to die
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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