i am damaged goods
but the bruised parts of fruit
are the sweetest

i miss vicodin
the warm hug it gave my organs
the way it would make my brain unravel
it almost gave the ability to make any surface plush

people have no compassion
no acceptance
no patience
people would rather get something new
than fix what's broken
often times
it's themselves who are

everyday is just as hard
selling my heart as spare parts
i only have half a heart

i trace my fingers around it's jagged edge
it dips
recessed in it's nuzzled home
taught and ridgid
i stroke the sides
the hole you left in me

I have a lot of band aids in my life right now
But no real antidote
I have a wound that needs stitches & staples
I just let it air out

i have a wound that needs stitches & staples
i just let it air out

When did he find the time to not love me
When will I ever believe someone does
How could I believe someone does
I felt it, seen it, heard it
Then seen it go, but never that the end was coming
When will we be reunited

why is it that
time heals you
but distance also makes the heart grow fonder?
things simply cannot be both

i know my worth isn't someone's opinion
but when you love someone
their opinion can impact your worth and confidence
right now i am no ones
one and only
even to the one man who is mine
i feel worthless