Who Even Loves Me? - Poem by Isaiahh Sanders
They continue this incision,
this never ending painful sorrow.
i scream out for anyone to help,
but they don't even care,
they only begin to stare.
for one mere minute,
i thought maybe the could understand.
but they don't care.
i bring back the question,
of do they love me do they care?
i am just worthless, pathetic and alone
in this world where no one can love me.
this cruel un humane place we call earth.
you call it home, and i call it hell.
my wounds will not heal,
they are to deep
i wish i could go to sleep,
and never wake again.
because i am not wanted,
i am not needed,
nor i am liked.
i care for them
but they have shunned me,
and spit on my grave.
why should i care, for them,
when they would never miss me,
for it would not be calamity for them,
only be smiles on their faces.
i am sick of life, of living.
they keep giving me clues.
who even loves me?
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