I AM A CORPSE, I NEED TO RE-LIVE By Arabian Oud {R}

I am a corpse in flesh and blood, yet surviving, living, not thankless to God but lonely. I am made feel emotionally dead, empty, so unwanted,

I was the life of every gathering and circle but now no-one wants to know me, they fake sympathy and friendship,
I was full of life, dancing around and smiling and spreading joy and sharing, but now I am lonely,
This carnival is full of faces, unknown names, so noisy yet sounds so silent,
I am a corpse, I need to live again, to feel I am not dead before my body has crashed in grave,
This body is but a cage, the freedom is gained when I fly higher beyond your thoughts,
And leave this cage behind, it's shackles of emotions and misunderstandings,
Always labelled so badly, called ugly names and called a cheat and betrayer,
I smile and listen to these words and my lips read their comments silently,
Hiding my tears in my eyes, saying to God, why did I have to be here?
Coz no matter what you do, these people will always call me bad names to their own convenience,
Calling when they want, ignoring me when they want, choosing and picking the spices of friendship,
Hatred has over taken my soul, yet you know not, you see and hear what you see,
Not what you know O' people,

You think your the only one in my life, because I was there for you, but your not the only one,
I have been used from time to time, and misjudged by people I once called my friends,

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