martyr


I'm sorry that my silent screams just were not enough.
I'm a grain of sand in the desert,
I should probably just give up.
They have it worse than I do,
now they're the main concern.
Tell me what's wrong, but don't overcharge,
when will it be my turn?
Convincing me to ignore the pain,
others suffer too,
"There are people dying,
why should I help you?"
before this all ends, just tell me one last thing.
Did you truly think you were helping
or were these excuses used as strings?
I was merely your puppet,
you didn't even care.
Now its all over,
and my ending isn't fair.
You could have helped me through it,
you could have done way more.
You said I was just a martyr,
now I'm knocking on death's door.

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