Crippled Broken Fool

Show me love
Don't show me hate
Run to me
Before it's too late

I show you tears
You show me your back
Don't, don't
I hate when you do that

I show you cuts
You show me the door
You know that I
Can't do this any more

I show you a plea
You just laugh at me
I show you I'm not free
You just abandon me

And I know I ain't perfect
I know I hurt you doing this
But if I died, surely
There'd be something you’d miss?

Or perhaps I'm just
Showing you my crippled head
And you really DON'T care
You say show someone else instead

But I don't know how
I can make you see
That there isn't time
YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE TO HELP ME

So I show you my pain
Just once more
And I know I'm dead already
When you show me the door.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005

* This is a poem putting myself in the position of someone who, well does the above. I'm lucky that I'm not in that position--xx