"Sometimes I feel so worthless."
"Sometimes I feel discarded."
"I wish that I was good enough."
"Then I know that I am not alone."
I am damned. I am dead. All my ashes to be sent to a perfect place in the sun..and in the dirt. There's a windshield in my heart and I'm bugged and smeared and scarred. Could you stop it from swallowing me? Could you please..
Angels with needles poked through my eyes. I can't see. Visible thing is pain while letting in the light of the world. I'm no longer blind.
Now I hold my ugly head. You've casted a shadow of my pefect death in the sun and in the dirt.
Tell me something beautiful and something free as I'm so empty here without you.
My apologies.
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In life thy tears grow scarlet
Come desired nightfall
enchant my grievous loss
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