Tears Of An Outcast

Thoughts of an outcast.

Days have passed since I was last seen,
Yet, no one came searching for me,
The outcast that I am,

Here, in this very room,
I died,
Guided by the reaper,
I leave this cruel world,

No one feels my presence,
In this land filled with thorns,
Alone I walked,
Alone, the friendless being that I am,

My life, filled with gaze,
Hatred in their eyes,

Why? I ask myself,
What have I done wrong?
What unforgiven sins do I bear?

Slowly, I ascend from this world,
With tears running down my cheek,
The eternal tears of an outcast.