Let it blossom, Let it show!

The tools that you need
for life, you possess.
Your distress does not,
evoke my sympathy.
My thoughts bounce off
about two feet in front of you,
unheeded and wasted
like mental masturbation.
I tag along, like a filthy handkerchief
which u are unaware of.
your life, more precious than mine,
for you, I wipe your nose.
Indeed, the third wheel,
completely unncessary, wants happiness.
Its time to let go.