OutCast

Reminded as tears stream down my face,
This world is still a most despicable place.

Friends I trusted would be there until the end,
Turn their backs on a heart desperate to mend.

Friend, a sentiment left over from the days of olde,
Now even family members' shoulders turn ice cold.

One is lying in an adjustable bed, who might not make it,
Hate me because I couldn't, but there's no way to fake it.

A part of me she asks I give up, but it doesn't match,
So even if they took it, it wouldn't be a suitable patch.

Outcast back into the empty cold
The way it was meant and has been, all along.
I now suffer these heartaches untold

And reap now the benefits of my sins, all alone.