Do you think I can do it?
I see that I cannot.

Are you there to help?
I feel as if I’m in an empty ***.

To you, am I a mere burden?
I sense that I’m just extra baggage, runt of the lot.      

Apparently you tell me I need to handle this myself?
Although I would just like a hug, it would mean a lot.

But in the end, this conversation? this plea? this cry?
It was all for naught.