Loves martyr
I am loves martyr.
Never managed to become a father.
Even when I am trying harder,
I fall to my knees.
I am sins plaything;
Always dreaming.
Never acting on my needs;
Cruising along on instinct.
Look where that has got me;
Right where it hurts.
Waited a lifetime and I am still waiting for her;
But she does not exist, so neither do I.
I never did raise a child.
Just endless advice.
I never talk; enough has been said.
I could not be like them, for they are so nice,
And they have family and they have friends,
Whilst I am destined to die alone.
This is why I do not get out of bed.
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