Death surrounds, inevitable it comes as it may please, Through violence or age or of oft disease


    Just this dawn I''ve had another taken from me, so I must once again face within a truly ugly beast


    Because my aunt has died and I feel nothing


    I was the last to learn, ''We knew you could wait, you''re tough.'' Why is it that you think that makes it just?


    I can''t fault your logic, I am a man of fact, but somehow you actions smack of dubious respect


    Because of my strength I must bear these great burdens? Must I always be the man forced to endure then?


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    When can I lay down my suffering and just rest? Why, for other''s sake, must I always be at my best?


    I''m not okay. I still dieing, day by day.


    Who comes to care for me? Who comes of my so-called Family? No one.


    Why am I so disgusted with myself for being what you made me? Why can''t I tend my needs without this restless guilt?


    Why must I provide but never be provided for? Was this pack of parasites what I gave my ''best'' years for?


    My aunt is dead and I felt nothing, so why do I hate myself?


    Why do I loathe this heartless monster you forced me to become!?


    Why after this insult to my character do you expect me to lead the funeral charge!?


    Why must I fight your battles unsupported? Because I was a mistake you wanted aborted!?


    Because you hated yourselves and thrust that shame until me? Why can''t I cut you away and just be free?


    My aunt is dead... so why is this about me? You loved her didn''t you?


    But you hate yourselves more, isn''t that right?