You don't seem to see,
There's no room for me,

My life's mistakes,
And mounds of regret,

I want you to be,
There for me,

But I'm obviously someone,
Not worth the time,

No amount of apologies,
Nor any good deeds,

Can redeem you wholly,
For the ass you've become.

You don't seem to see,
It's hard to forgive thee,

The pain that you've caused,
And misery that's followed,

The happiness and pleasure,
Easily outweighed,

Afflicted upon a loved one,
That no one should feel.


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Fas, in the year 496 AD.