A Solitude Weed

Nothing more than a solitude weed
Plucked free from life
A life of darkness and silence
Where nothing and no one could be discovered
Nothing more than a silent cricket
Body dismembered
To please the (?) if only I could bring the world happiness
(?)

I try to remain happy, with a smile, but was always left in the coldness of isolation
No one knows my pain, they only distinguish as overreacting
No one knows what suffering feels like
No one knows what it's like to feel unwanted. Unwanted

If only friends actually showed
If only people actually cared
Burning inside this building of hell
I watch my flesh being eaten away
I'm over feeling distant, unneeded, unloved
I will never replanted, never be replaced in the soil of love
I will remain the deathly plant, that no one wants to throw in the landfill of no compassion

(No one wants thrown in the landfill of no compassion)