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There is a desperateness in my voice,

as I clutch on to your last nerve.

"Please don't leave me!" I beg.

I have no right to ask you to stay,

but it hasn't stopped me before.



The look you give shoots me through the leg,

crippling, but not enough to kill.

I need your presence to fill the void,

left by another boy.

But you see through me now,

so I can't make you stand still.



If only I wasn't such a weakling,

just another piece of dirt on a shoe.

I yearn to be more to you,

more to everyone on this planet.

Alas, I am not anything.

Just nothing.

I solid lump of desperate nothing,

begging you to be nothing too.