The Giver Upper


Pianos and cries play at my funeral
My mission incomplete but final
I wish I could’ve done more
I wish I would’ve been more confident and sure
Sure of myself, sure of my gift and skill
Sure that I was greatest if we all kept it real
Line after line but it just wasn’t enough
Rhyme after rhyme for all the times things got rough
But to no avail, no one cared, no one heard me
No one missed an opportunity to hurt me
So here I am a couple of cut wrists later
Somewhere in the spirit saying “I’ll see y’all later”


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