"Poor Me"

[skysailor]

Silent scream
Crying inside
With all of my might
Can't help but hear
That voice inside my ear
Telling me
I'm somehow terribly
Just trying to garner sympathy
"Poor me"
Somehow, it seems that
Every time I cry
The voice is telling me
That it's all a lie
That somehow, I'm just
Trying to be
(And now feel the sword's hot thrust)
"Poor me"

I know you struck me with your words
Your screams impaled me like rust swords
My tears stream down and turn my cough
Into a choke I can't pull off
I wish you could see
What you're doing to me
"Poor me"

I ask myself every day
If there isn't perhaps some way... to... leave
'Cause I'm not sure I can take it anymore
As I try not to collapse to the floor
(Feeling sick like from a punch to the gut)
I'm so tired, exhausted of this world
Of that screaming. As the leaves in the fire furled,
I lost my mind.
"Poor me"