Cold Steel Poem by Thomas Kaas IV

Struggling with making myself a priority.
Seemingly endless time spent on making you realize how much I care.
Putting you first in every circumstance, your attention directed my way only when convenient.
Understanding that the sadness is self-induced but knowing no other way.
All memories stem toward needing to be wanted.
Perpetual loss when purpose was achieved.
Horror in eyes foreshadowing another let down.
Fragile heart awaiting wrenching abandonment.
My back always bear while others wistfully where my rags.
When will I come to terms with myself?
Often times I feel true happiness can be had with the taste of cold steel.