Dear no named, How does it feel taking the blame, Drowning in sacrificial shame?

In a world which you are nobody, You can never be somebody.

Are your actions worth it, Even if they leave you destitute?

Is it not that you are aware, Is it not that you are in despair?

Have I not been emphatic, Thinking with your heart will get you nowhere.

So today I don’t feel emphatic Exhaustion has taken over me Destitute of any proper ideas My bed and pillow are all I can see.

So please don’t get me wrong If I don’t make any sense today Just being awake feels sacrificial Can’t keep my sleep at bay.

I’ll try to behave better tomorrow And write something more interesting For now I’ll drift to La La Land Can’t wait until I’m sleeping.

(Best I could come up with when I’m so tired but still want to keep my streak 🙃)

This that we are going through will leave many destitute. We are told to not go outside Only what is necessary, many are used as sacrificial pawns groceries, gasoline, juices, dispensaries consumer’s no longer empathetic Essential workers exposing themselves Why do people feel entitled to great customer service Dangling customer is always right in their faces. Respect has been forgotten in times of trouble.

The emphatic begging cry The good boy was destitute, it is true The sacrificial treat, the reward for “roll over.”

“Let us out!” They yell, surely emphatic If the days had ends, it would be quite climactic

If your still working, you are sacrificial For companies and employees, nothing is mutually beneficial

Unemployment will keep you from becoming destitute Get paid to stay home, right in that birthday suit

Emphatic speech. NHS heroes. Can’t do without them!

Until we can, again!

And the sacrificial nurses become destitute again.

He was emphatic that he was right, Until he met her, She made him think he was wrong, She made him destitute, She made him think that all his life savings and family was sacrificial, She who betrayed him.

I’ve been on my own for too long, I can’t keep up with myself, I’m left destitute, slowly crumbling, There is nothing else I can do

You made your promises like soap bubbles, They looked beautiful at a glance, As they come closer, they melt away, There is nothing else I can do for you

I am the sacrificial lamb you offer up, You parade me in private, and hide me in public, It was never about me, you were ashamed, There is nothing else I can do for you

I was emphatic, overjoyed, enamoured, It was a dream to be in the bedroom with you, When we go out, you don’t hold me hand, There is nothing else I can do for you

You are the problem, and I’m all out of love, I pick you up whenever you fall, I bleed myself to stop you from hurting, There is nothing else I can do for you

Why do I feel pathetic For feeling emphatic? Like I’m being used And ran through like credit.

I would be sacrificial For the ones I love most I get too attached And don’t know how to let go

I get too close And when the energy isn’t returned It leaves a empty hole like the nostril At the bottom of my nose 😪

I know I can’t be what you want I can’t be him or her I’m a liability and an absolute I’m just destitute And I will not keep getting hurt, Keep my distance and be in solitude

Emphatic suggestion not to go down this road Feel being sacrificial It is a trap of my own device Still destitute Still up a river without a paddle