Nothing More

If I died today
would you still say
you did your best?
because you tried
even as these endless tears were cried
to pass illusive tests
that never mattered
as dreams were shattered
by your pride

Yet you don't seem to care
as long as I'm the one who cries
and doubles over seeking air to breath
for the early morning breeze
slept in today
and the sunshine went away
behind the clouds
while you stand proud
in the sense of some accomplishment
that in the end means nothing more
than nevermore


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