picked up
made to serve my "purpose"
thrown upon the floor
like so much trash
people "loving" me and leaving me
did they ever really like me?
were they ever really there?
it happens to me so much
its like a permanent fixture
stuck in my life
forever and ever
a constant constant
(chest out, chin up, eyes straight forward. march)
making me seem mechanical
leaving me searching for a saviour....
someone to hold me at night and reassure me that
they'll never leave
someone to make me human again
someone to show me love
friendship
or true kindness
someone with no head games to play
(are you that person?)
