Ask.

my God.
How did it end up like this?
How did I loose it?

I left the one thing I held truly valuable to my heart;
I left it in the trash.

Ready for the vultures.
Ready for the beggars.
Ready for people to take it away.

It is what is shared in all of us;
What is shared in me.

How ever could I have desired
To throw that piece away?

We all think it is evil,
But each love it in their own way.

How dare I had looked
So selfishly in the past.

To seek away my future;
A future yet to pass.

Yet I think it was all worth it,
Regardless of the pain

I went through just to get here.
Twas it that made me sane.

Learn from mistakes I've made, my children.
And do not go my way.

For I had gone through fields of torture.
Torture worse then pain.

Ask not of me what feelings that i shared.
Ask not of my thoughts that I had made.

Ask only of me what you may do;
In hopes to not become the same.