I don’t deserve this. I do deserve more.
I deserve love, but the whole enchilada.
I can’t go on like this - loved soi-disant.
I need to be loved, bones & all, or nada.
Go big, or go home, or go to the Deuce!
For heaven’s sake, get off my backpack.
Stop hovering and hassling me on & on.
Please give it a bone & me a break, Jack.
It is a three-generational hopelessness.
I am at my wit’s end - I give up, I’m out.
Woefully, I find how life has come to be.
Disgrace, dishonor, infamy - not proud.
I don’t want to be “loved” from far away
Anymore, furthermore, and all together.
I don’t want to be valued weak-minded.
Or appreciated, so too, like the weather.
Yes. I might not know to a T what love is.
Nevertheless, I have an idea of what isn’t
Better break free now by facing solitude,
Than living my entire life so imprisoned.
I’ve got no chance, no matter what I do!
Am I good, I am stupid; or bad, not good
There is nothing in between - humanity
I’m not created to fulfill what I “should”
I am not God, I can’t be forever an angel
I am not the Devil, I’m not even that bad
I’m just a dog with a bad history in a cell
In need of a forever home! - I’m just sad!
HC_Thiesgen
March 24, 2024
10:06 PM (CET)
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