Life Less Me

To know what it is to feel alone, to feel hate, to feel fear,
To feel oppressed, to feel depressed, to feel heartless, to feel harmful,
To feel selfless, yet unwanted.

To be unloved, to be uncared for, to be untouched, not given a damn about,
To neglected, to be rejected, to be avoided, to be sacrificed,
To be the one to blame, to be me.

To want someone who wants you,
To need someone who needs you too,
To feel something that they feel for you,
To have something, something for you,
To love someone, someone who loves you.

Between the blurry heights of heaven and the blazing pits of hell,
Between the good and the bad, between needed and unwanted,
Between selfish and selfless, between life and death.

I find myself, forlorn,
I find myself, cold and unknown,
I find myself, blind and unseen,
I find myself, deaf and unheard,
I find myself, senseless and unsensed.

For someone to feel so many things, may seem unreal to you,
But if you take a moment, and think of the things you do,
Each one of you contribute, piece by piece,
And when its too late, the puzzle will complete.

Hanging from the ceiling, not crying out for help,
Drying out a tired soul, all out of hope,
The time will come, as sure as the tide,
And take this soul, to hold and to hide.

To be me, to be unclean, negligible, unseen, indeed, not the greatest feelings you could feel..