I wish I didn't give these people
Parts of me that they do not
Deserve because I can't get
These parts of me back.
Slowly, all of me will vanish.
I'm waiting for that day,
To come around.

n.n

She wondered what her purpose was,
Questioning and searching.
The years of misery and suffering,  
What is she still doing here?

Maybe someday soon,
She will find what she needs.
What she needs is right beneath her feet.
She needs herself, no one else.

She thought she found her lover,
Her purpose and a reason to live.
That lover took everything left of her.
She’s cold and empty,

Searching for her purpose,
She found nothing but a way out.

n.n