cries—
those are the tears of the unwanted.
and the feeling of the dying;
the wanting to leave this torment-
unwanted, unneeded—
nobody ever truly wanted you.
You helped everyone,
but no one ever helped you when
you were on the verge of death.
Shouting incoherent needs—
why, why, why, why, why?
Seems like in the very end,
the one who was there waiting
was me.