Well I Tried

You performed a surgery on me

Using a rusty knife

And though I roared like a lion

No one ever heard me

Or perhaps they just ignored

And moved on

After all,

Their lives are filled with

Honey dew

So why would they bother

With an unforgivable soul

Such as mine?

Déjà vu is what I feel but

Wouldn't it be great

To move on from this?