struggled for your love. For years you turned your back. And who am I?
Exhausted on the chair. Northing left but the shell. Delpleted. Of
fluids, of home, of hair I have lost. And I have never had, The love I
scrambled for. I no longer want. I care for nothing alive. I am empty.
Give me some fruit to eat. Give me fl…uids
for this grief. I have misplaced.