Abortions
People don’t appreciate me until I’m gone
They say they love me when no ones around
They play these games
Like foolish children
abortions
What a waste of time
You’ve been In my life
Not that anyone cares
About it but me
I’m dealing with it
On my own
I shouldn’t expect anyone to care
About my feels much at least you
But one day should have.
Or so I thought.
People don’t appreciate me until I’m gone
They say they love me when no ones around
They play these games
Like foolish children
abortions
Should have seen the sign
You were just some strife
That pain no one prepares
For, they can’t see
The pain that you get
When loves gone
I have to live with solitary.
All of you have made it so clear
I don’t need you all
Now I own it
People don’t appreciate me until I’m gone
They say they love me when no ones around
They play these games
Like foolish children
abortions
Repeating patterns circle back
Slapping me in the face in fact
I’m not here for your assurances
But I’m not the reject, you are one
People don’t appreciate me until I’m gone
They say they love me when no ones around
They play these games
Like foolish children
abortions
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