Leave it for yourself

No one need your bitter grief
Your emptiness inside you leave
Why asking someone to hold what
Grown being from yourself apart
It's yours, so keep it, don't cry
Stop asking others when and why
Did it happen to you. It's you
You've done it, meaning too
Can't that stupid cry to raise
Evil with your own face
To hurt you hurting others
Million flowers in gardens
Millions of those who think they're
So special and that misteria
Of their lives is to be the worst
You're not more that a ghost
No one will see though the shield
Of their own overgrown fields
No one will ever understand
They don't have even to pretend
It's yours, so you are the one
To deal with all you've done