Left To Die
I held my hand out to you.
I lay there injured.
You saw the blood drying on my skin.
Bits of me lay dead.
My voice cracking with pain.
I lay there dying.
You looked at me.
You looked straight at me.
I know you saw me.
I felt it.
You walked on.
Not a care in the world to help me.
You heard my cries.
I know you heard me.
I can see it.
You didn't turn back a slight inch.
You disappeared into the darkness.
I lay there dying and you walked on living.
My last moments spent on Earth were filled with pain, torture, and loneliness.
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