they never knew because
i never asked for help from the fakes.
how all of my efforts were
a desperate cry for help.
and if i decide to end my life today;
it would be my own
flesh and bones i'll betray.
no, they never tried to realize how they could never find me a home;
still in solitary, i cry. in cold i roam.
the feeling of nihility taking over—
before i know
i might grab the dagger.
i want to see the blood flow;
the blood that once let me grow—
to rot out and never return.
and in pain i'll seethe, in rage i'll burn.
my makeshift healer
who had fed me a fake painkiller;
is now gone forever.
so hopefully it's my turn now;
to disappear.
