Pitcher
Pour my heart on a piece of paper,
Carve my memories in stone,
No one pays attention to what I do,
Pour my heart into the ocean,
Give me none of your false pity,
I'll live no more that way.
Pour my heart into an oven,
No one cares if I live or die,
Pour my heart into another,
But they probably don't care.
I remember nothing but the bad,
I can do naught but stare.