Seriphims: The work of others
Melissa Kelly
For as long as I can remember,
that is all I wanted,
but never had.
Don't get me wrong,
I have loved before,
I loved many people.
I have never felt
the feelings returned.
It feels like everyone I have been with
always wanted something back,
like it was owed to them.
It feels like I have had
to buy peoples feelings.
Almost like it was some
pay off, in one-way or another.
Everyone that I have come across,
takes me for granted.
I was always just someone
to pay for stuff, or
I was a piece of ass;
just a quick pump.
Something to keep them busy,
'till the nexr best thing came along.
I want to finally feel special for once;
Feel like I am actually loved for me,
and not what I can do for someone.
Isn't there someone for everyone?
Well I guess not for me.
Each day I die just a little bit more.
I'm slowly fading away.
I'm in my own personal Hell,
no way out,
no end in sight.
Nothing to do except sit here
quietly and bare it.
Just bite my tongue
and smile along.
is scream at the top of my lungs.
Scream so loud
that everyone would have to turn around
and see what's going on.
I hate everyone around me,
they all are so fake;
they all are just plastic.
Just going thru the motions of life;
just smiling and waiting
for it to be over.