You say so often
That you love me
That I am your
Truest friend
Why is it then
That you hold
Him more dear?
Worry about him?
Care about him?
And leave me
To wither and die
I am alone
In this hate-filled world
No friends nor kin
To call my own
There is nothing
To bind me
To this existence
But yet I stay
To spread my life's poison
Among those who once loved me
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