Worthless
That word always seemed to have stuck to me,
It was the word I scribbled in my notebook,
It was who I though I was; who'd I always be.

I lived by that word for almost four years,
Four years filled with regret sadness and hate,
Four ******, starving years.

That word was part of my being,
It was my virtue,
My rhythm and my rhyme.

There was a time when I did the silliest thing,
I let words cut me deep,
Worthless was a gaping cut into me.

That word I've always resented; but somehow respected,
I fed it power and let it host on me,
I gave the word life and it destroyed me.

I went along with life and the Worthless never faded,
It left me with a life that was jaded,
All I saw was grey.

I look back at myself, then back here again.
Now look at me I've lost all my friends.
All I have is a string, with no knot at the end.

I suppose worthless will never leave me,
It'll always stick around in the silence as company.
I just remind myself that I can do much; but I can surely try.

I'll wipe my own tears when I'm alone to cry,
I'll scrape myself off the ***** ground,
I'll always keep moving; no matter what's stopping me.

I'm Rosalind, and I'm ******* proud.
I won't have a word **** me from the inside out.
I've come so far to give up now.

So come worthless; feast on me.
**** the marrow out of my bones.
I wont go down easy.

Cheating is a losers game.
It buys you the most infamous of fame.
You're hands are soft, but your heart is too cold.
Lies after lies, what will become of you if all this was to be unfold?
Do you not feel any remorse; or a tiny fragment of guilt?
Just like those dozens of flowers, your charm will wilt.

01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?*

01:53 am
or empty?

that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself

01:55 am
i know i do

02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans

because in them,
i find myself

02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way

02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up

02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain

02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul

02:25 am*
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself