Oh you victim,
‘You pushed me away!’
Oh you poor victim –
what did the world owe you?
Because this world won’t care until death,
and who recognises we’re all just people, nothing more and nothing less.
Wrapped up in the emotional debts of old karmic cycles,
what did I owe you?
And if it all amount to nothing, just the black abyss of a subpar existence, revolving around your claim to want me, to care for me, to see me somehow.
This isn’t a love poem, who cares for the old scaring love,
this is a poem for when you give for your family –
and they abandon you.