Loves Martyr

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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