by
Cashazznjuice
I exist to no one special.
For those cared for I have been pushed aside.
Like my spirit has no potential.
Dragged to the curb like garbage being put outside.
When I'm alone my thoughts run deep.
When I am amongst others my heart weeps.
When I care it becomes a game that's no longer fun.
I wonder what differently could I have possibly done.
I can not sink into the black hole of sorrow.
For a better day may be had by tomorrow.
But how long should I await for my queen to appear.
Though time is not of the essence I still wish it was near.
Still... I exist to no one special.
For those cared for I have been pushed aside.
Like my spirit has no potential.
Dragged to the curb like garbage being put outside.
Each experience making me more heartless.
I fight the coldness but it is even more relentless.
I love... then I hate the same feeling for the life.
Yet the way I feel it can never ever be denied.
I embrace...then erase...intake then replace.
Seeing the pain that has been etched in my face.
Completed...then missing...ended but never ending.
On a same story thats forever told and I'm still depending.
Yet...I exist to no one special.
For those cared for I have been pushed aside.
Like my spirit has no potential.
Dragged to the curb like garbage being put outside.
For I'm a stud with a heart and what worst it can not show.
A stud is forbidden to cry and no one should ever know.
Yes, that I truly do love and I must continue this lie.
Denying all that I am feeling and keep it inside.
