Already Lost

Would you even care if I’m gone?

You see me drowning but you do not stop to save me

You let the water take me in till I am no more

You mock my pain in the shadows of the night where you think no one will know

But I know

I know all too well that you planned my demise from the beginning

You planned for your hungry dogs to tear me apart and devour my soul

Sport, you called it

Just a bit of fun in the game of love

Why do the bystanders near me walk on by like nothing’s wrong?

Yet they see what you’ve done to me and the shell I’ve become

If no one is willing to jump in to save me

Then it is true that I’m a dying breed

Perhaps they all mock me in the shadows with you

Or do they have a bet upon my head to see if I will live or die?

They all must enjoy the gnashing of teeth

And the sound of dismay

For no one will simply reach in and give me a helping hand

What have I done to make you all hate me so,

To make sport of my undoing so easily?

For what it’s worth I’m sorry

Alas, let me drown so I can hope to wake in greener, happier pastures