Stages of Sorrow

The Other

Shrivelled in bed,

Tears blinded my eyes,

Words devoured my thoughts,

Blood covered my arms,

Death came past me.

Looking back at my existence,

I was hated, forgotten, alone.

I made a mistake,

But I wasn't forgiven.

I asked for pity and love,

But I was discarded.

I guess no one loves me.