MY FINAL FOE

12-12-1995

Sitting here, a waste of space,
A forgotten soul with a monster's face.
Unwanted, unloved, hurt and abused,
I cry out for help yet am always refused.

I cry myself to sleep at night,
Wishing for someone to hold.
I awake in the morning with no one there,
And my dreams are getting old.

Some say that I am a waste of time,
I wonderif it's true?
Wasted space and wasted air,
And I haven't got a clue.

Someday, sooner, my life will end,
No one will care when I go.
Life will continue when mine is through,
And I'm my final foe.