What is considered trying anymore?
Is it buying lunch for a friend
or making sure they got home safe
or being someone they can lean on in hard times

I'd like to think I try
I try to be the person I wish I had
I try to make sure the few close to me feel the love I wish I could receive.

I start the conversations,
I want them to share with me,
allow me to enter their lives

But when I stop talking,
in hopes they are interested by me,
I receive silence

The hours go by with silence dominating the conversation
no more questions, no more laughs
I sit wondering why
why I am not loved.

What makes me the outsider
Why is it so hard for me to be met with interest
instead of silence

They see my tired eyes
Red and puffy
and down turned smile
but yet
All I only receive questions from the silence

No one cares about me

i preach about self love
when it’s something i lack
i tell you to hold on
when i’m not sure i can
i comfort your worries
while mine cloud over me
i encourage you to take care of yourself
while i struggle to stand
i teach you to love what you see in the mirror
while i can’t even look into mine

You could enclose me in a coffin, embalmed,
With the nectar of the sweet roses.
But, to the desiring and the needy,
Give away whatever I possess.

If you think you can,
When i die, burn me not
Hoping you would regard
My wishes and my thought.

Give my eyes to the blind
Who has not seen a sun rise.
Give my heart to the needy
Free of cost, without a price.

Give my brains to the *******
Whose brain is in disorder
Give my kidneys to the ailing
Ain't it worth and better?

Give my veins and my bones
To the lame and the *******.
Let him also walk his days
Strong and fit as a fiddle.

My soul would then rest in peace
though my coffin would be empty.
Before my body decay and rot,
Let me be of use to somebody.


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