Time after time
I'm left here alone.
Left to live always,
Like a cold, dead stone.
The feeling of loss:
Too great to describe;
So upon my body,
My pain I'll inscribe.
Rejected again;
Now my will has failed.
On reality's spear,
I'm found impaled.
This time it's too much;
It's all just too real,
This time I can't stand
What I'm starting to feel.
It hits like a bullet,
Burning into my chest.
For you I didn't need,
My bullet-proof vest.
But alas, I was wrong;
A classic mistake.
Still, this time I swear,
It's the last one I'll make.
Thus I add to my tally:
Another mental scar;
Another coil in the noose,
Because of aitch-ee-are.
