Selfish

Seems like everyone has found their purpose. The world it seems is not that nervous. All are headed forwards and upwards. I, Misplaced, and just so burdened. The lovers seems have carried on. My place amongst them sealed and gone. All so proud and all so strong, I lag behind, dragging stones. For I believed in dreams. I aimed so high, but not for me. I wished that everyone would live to be, where kids once set to see. Yet, I am one who’s left behind, forgotten fast by empty minds. My quest to set out and find, crashed and now I am confined. For my deeds are how I’m defined. The weight, to it they’re all so blind. I lived this life I’m numb inside, as I carried all their different sides. I waited with my open arms. They threw their pain and I obliged. It piled on and hard I tried, my knees are weak, I’m cold and tired. For I was used, until the sun had dried, I told the truth and so they lied. I gave them hope, they took all mine. I’m selfish, but I’m slowly dying.