Compassion

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I see your scars and your wounds,
They have yet to mend,
I should've been there for you,
When all you needed was a friend.
Now as you lie there on the floor,
I can't help but stare,
At your motionless body,
Because I was never there.
You said you treasured me,
Whilst I told you to go away,
Now look at what happened,
All because I didn't stay.
I'll go to your funeral,
That's if you have one of course,
I'll go to apologize to you,
Then I'll leave guilty with remorse.
But as I'm standing here now,
Us together, just you and me,
I can't help but want to cry,
But these compunctions won't let me be.
Man, I'm sorry I was never there,
We were supposed to have each other's backs,
Although we weren't really close,
I know all I gave you was slack.
But as I turn to leave,
I whisper some words in your ear,
Then I get up, head in shame,
Because I told you I was always here.

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