There is a deep empty space inside of me
which no one wishes to understand
My tears are a monument to them
My strife and toil is their eternal bliss
quietly forgotten I sink deeper
I never wished to be this way It was none of my choice
to be an off **** in your field of flowering blossoms
soon to be snuffed out and forgotten in the amber
dust to dust ashes to ashes
overlooked and unwanted unneeded and unhelpful
A deep stain in the linen needing only to be removed
When will I be set free? When will it end?
There is nothing left for me here. There never was
and there never will be.