Why? Why can’t you see? Don’t you see the pain that you are causing me?
Your existence is take, and all I’ve ever done is give,
But still you want more, maybe you don’t want me to live.
So my blood and my body are the last gift, you win.
With my death I have ensured your life, you still harvest my husk, some of you do so and cry.
These claim wrongdoing but harvest still the same, lives born of death and perpetuate the pain.
When my shell is through who will help you?
You’ve never helped each other, only taken, only suffered.
So I cry for you children and I cry for the land and I cry for my oceans that will one day be sand.
These my organs and my bones, even a perfect death cannot atone
For what you have done to me my sons, my daughters, my familiars, my children, my failures .
Why? Why can’t you see?
I guess I forgot to tell you that compassion, understanding, and forgiveness were free,
And that I set aside for you, but you would rather it be me,
Me to have it all so you don’t have to forgive yourself, or others, because you know I have plenty on the shelf
So you do what you please without worry or care,
Hoping that “I’m sorry” is enough and “that’s that so there”
But there’s only so much left soon it will be all gone
Then no more safety net, only swan dives and songs,
And you never learned, so we are all to burn,
And I am sorry for not being enough to take care of you when life is rough
But you’re not listening anyway, no matter how I cry in pain,
Because your life is more important,
And my death was just in vain.