Love Letters and Broken Feelings

As I quietly die in the shadows of society
no one will remember my name or what I did
I’m just another poor soul on the short end of life
I sit in the rain living out my final days
and you’re never there for me
you were never there

I wander the streets in a cold sweat
wondering what tomorrow will bring to me
another day of spare change and tattered clothes
fighting for food, for water, for shelter
and the cold wind makes me wonder
will you be there for me?
Will you be there?

I pretend I’m deaf around them
but I can still hear them whispering
I have no choice but to live this way
they don’t know what this life is
and can you hear me scream?
Can you hear me?

It’s not like I’m any different from them anyway
I’ve got imperfections just like anyone else
they just make mine more evident to the world
like it was their choice to do so in the first place.
And it’s not like you care, anyway
it’s not like you care.

All the love letters are used up
I’ve sent them all to you in vain
and watched you throw them in the fire
the sentiments that echoed my desire
and all that’s left of me
are the broken-hearted feelings
that you never accepted.
I’m sorry I can’t let go
there’s nothing I can do.

#63                                                    02-06-07