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Unwanted ness



This is the feeling of true unwanted ness,

When I can lay in my bed for hours,

And no one notice I'm gone,

When you feel like your in towers,

That never reaches the grown,

To the point that you could have supper powers,

Save the world three times and never be known,

Have a boyfriend, who never sent flowers,

And never called after the first date,

Where I can stand in the corner cowering,

And people pass by as if I’m dim,

But you’r still nothing like him,

He pushed me to the rim,

When he knew I’d give him every last limb,

Just to stay with him.



He pushed and watched me fall,

On the hard, cold, lonely ground,

He stood and watched me bleed,

And I never made a sound,

He would have stayed and watched me with glee,

He would have left,

It was bound,

That you came around,

And fixed me up to go,

Right after I was found,

But not as bad as him,

As you pushed me to the rim,

Not as high as last,

Not as high as the past,

But the feeling of unwanted ness,

Just the same,

But yet worse,

As I fall.



By,

Akirerocks