08-30-2006, 05:31 PM
People who hurt me
They know not much
Of what I feel... this loneliness
And the angst of deeper side still
They make me feel alone and the worse,
inutile
For what am I worth not more than a dime
The futility of every giving
Is but a true attestation
What then can be my greatest asset
I have none... no more
How can they forsake me?
Make me feel as if they have left
Yet even their darkest shadows are clear
In those walls... that wall
That divides me with them.
They know not much
Of what I feel... this loneliness
And the angst of deeper side still
They make me feel alone and the worse,
inutile
For what am I worth not more than a dime
The futility of every giving
Is but a true attestation
What then can be my greatest asset
I have none... no more
How can they forsake me?
Make me feel as if they have left
Yet even their darkest shadows are clear
In those walls... that wall
That divides me with them.