People walk continually around me
My prone figure they prefer not to see.
Pain filled eyes stare at the many feet
While my ignored hand stretches out in defeat.
The blood slowly stains the ground
And still people refuse to look around.
Silent tears run down my cheeks
As my future seems ever bleak.
Seeing everybody causes a small desire
One that would hopefully evoke no ire.
A simple request to gain a hug
And not made to feel worth less than a bug.
To hear lies whispered into my ears
To be told that I am somebody dear.
Yet this can never be something true
For why would 'Mr. Perfect' feel blue?
If only the people around me knew
My blood ran in rivulets like grass covered in dew.
But as always nobody would care
Even as I lay my soul laid bare.
And so I lie here crying in pain
Attracting only looks of disdain.
Hoping that one day I may find
Somebody that cares for me and truly is kind.