I can no longer give further more.
I have given all that is left and you continue to take.
Why am I always the chosen one for misery.
When the worlds worst criminals thrive in mirth.
While I am surrounded by incessant obstacle ?
You take from someone that has merely a soul to spare.
You take from all of the ways you seek and take until I stand with my hands bare.
How can you exist and persist there.
Continuously watching me struggle and making my world persist in solidarity and trouble.