Used

And again, I sacrificed myself for your sake
And watched all my peers succeed
I had lost, sat there weeping
Pleading to the sky
Why is it always me?
Why do I have to cry?

What have I done to deserve this?
Such an ill mannered fate
To be bestowed upon no one,
I could hope, for their own sake

Sacrifice oneself; go, go, go!
It’ll be worth it in the end!
Of that…I don’t know.
It’s a game of misfortune,
In which none succeed
But we cry into our pillows
As our hearts slowly bleed
Out the compassion that once resided
In the chambers deep within
But it is slowly dwindling
As we’ve given all we win
And we’re mummies, just puppets
Worn, ugly, and used
Unwanted, unneeded
Society’s yellowed bruise
That makeup won’t hide
And medicine can’t restore
Just nasty and lonely
An old abandoned, bore
Trash upon the earth, once needed and now expelled
But there’s nothing we can do
But waste away and tell
But no one’s hands will dirty
For no one wants old trash
And we’ll be shoved farther down
Into the earth’s deepest crack.