Silently as I give up,
Drum beats start to toll.
All whom are hurt, they gather,
Round about they stroll.
Shaking heads in amusement,
They watch my blank face.
As the wood is sealed and locked,
And I am buried in my place.
My life, I tried to live for others,
But lived mostly for myself.
Now looking at the friends all hurt,
And me up on the shelf.
I hate myself for what I have done,
For what I still will do,
But after all, all I have done,
Nothing is ever really new.
The pain and heartache are expected,
The solitude and silence too.
No one should ever want to know me,
Especially those I hurt like You.
As I pull back I want others to feel,
Free to be and free to do,
Whatever on their hearts and minds,
Whatever God calls them to.
I don’t want them, for one moment,
To ever consider thinking of me,
For their lives are for them,
To go, and do and be, without me.
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