Feel this one

I am never front and center
Always slightly off to the side
She had the best intentions
but was never fit to be tied
Again, alone, against the bone
a scrape of the skin
And nowhere left to roam
I'm lost, never able to find the path
Was it ever meant to come to this
Is it meant to last
eternal questions with temporary answers
either way, I'm always left feeling shattered,
I'm bruised and battered but what does it matter.