As you sit here and read
you will soon start to see
just how painful it is to be me.
Voices scream, words are yelled
tears tend to shed
as my final words are said.
If you were here, you would see me,
do so much more then what is intended to be!
I begin to cry, as you yell some more,
not only about the clothes that are thrown on the floor.
I want nothing to do with you,
you scream and leave.
I sit on the ground, kneel on my hands and knees
I shuffle through the mess that was left by thee.
I so happened to realize, that you just disowned me.
Just like lives are brought into the world,
eventually they end, with death.
Similar to that, when my first word was said
soon enough, all my last words come to an end.