Time After Time Again

I am use to being ignored,

The silence valued over my cause.

Even when I cuss at the gesture,

No-one notices that I breathed.

 

Till that moment when I’m all they need,

Focused on because of greed

Will they ever have enough?

Will I be pushed and crushed?

 

But all I really am is a person,

Bled dry for the affection I give.

Left to die in the depression,

Now that they’ve took everything.

 

So who will actually care for me?

Breathe life back into me?

Or do I have to do it myself?

Do what I’ve been doing time after time again.

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This has inspired me, thanks.